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Saturday, June 29, 2013

Fresh Flesh from the Fraser Valley

                                                      Fresh flesh from the Fraser Valley
                                                                   come ...
                                                              git yer's - now!



                                                      Fresh flesh from the Fraser Valley
                                                                  some
                                                             Virgin - holy cow!


                                                     
                                                      Fresh flesh from the Fraser Valley
                                                                  done
                                                             up .. fab and fatally



                                                      Fresh flesh from the Fraser Valley
                                                                   shun
                                                            after you take her virginity



                                                     Fresh flesh from the Fraser Valley
                                                                  Hon
                                                      "C'mon play with misfit me"



                                                     Fresh flesh from the Fraser Valley
                                                                  RRRRun ....
                                                     You'r your own winning lottery!!!!



                                                   Katherine Marion
                                                   www.SupernaturalWoman.com


                                                  p.s.

                                                  A few weeks ago, when i was feeling
                                                  an unwholesome lot more rotten - than
                                                  what i remember to be .. already as rot,
                                                  my Son shared that he was willing
                                                  to learn, ".. the hard way."

                                                  Talk about a teen clique ...

                                                 Yet, nowadays i wonder what ' rock bottom'
                                                  might be deemed?
                                                  The 'old days' might not be as far away ..
                                                  as they seemed.

                                                  Remember, for those whom have dreamed
                                                  of a better life .. a bit of strife;can be cut with
                                                   sharp wit and blunt end bit of a cauterizing knife.

                                                  A twist of humour.
                                                  Subtle movement of a fit femur
                                                  Allow a yoga stretch - 'the lemur'
           
                                                  Just stop being so damn demure
                                                  gets you in trouble .. every time to be sure
                                                  Remember - no trouble is yours .. to procure

                                                  Stop playing; Victim
                                                  Hallowed place, rather than hollowed face,
                                                  shalt blessed you - safely secure

                                                  Victor - that's HE or HER!!!


                                                  Big Kat is gonna always Purrrrr....




                        

'Hooker' or 'Dyke' - what type are you?

         
                                                         'Hooker' or 'Dyke'
                                                            what type ...
                                                               are you?


                                                       Don't mean the kind
                                                            opening up
                                                         to be sealed shut


                                                         'Hooker or 'Dyke'
                                                            what type ...
                                                               are you?


                                                        Solid sh_t not to fit
                                                             put down
                                                        'a pain in the butt'


                                                         'Hooker or Dyke'
                                                            what type ...
                                                              are you?


                                                       sexy shorn Woman
                                                             more balls
                                                         than sex shared


                                                        'Hooker or Dyke"
                                                            what type ...
                                                              are you?


                                                       Pimps beat up honey
                                                          take 'r money
                                                        John's - aint' funny


                                                        'Hooker or Dyke'
                                                             what type...
                                                              are you?


                                                       Gay men love her
                                                             Big Dick
                                                         Lesbo's eat it up


                                                        'Hooker or Dyke'
                                                              what type ..
                                                                are you?


                                                       Talk of the street
                                                               big treat
                                                        ever 'the hot seat'


                                                        'Hooker or Dyke'
                                                             what type ..
                                                              are you?


                                                         Real meat of life
                                                              forever
                                                      nobody's witch wife



                                                        'Hooker or Dyke'
                                                           what type ...
                                                            are you?

                                       
                                                       Woman of Today
                                                             relevance
                                                        to share and say!!!!



                                                      Katherine Marion
                                                   www.SupernaturalWoman.com


                                                   p.s.
                                                 
                                                     Inspired by going to look at a
                                                   garden suite rental in the Cedar
                                                   Cottage area of Vancouver, off of
                                                   Kingsway and Knight Street; replete with
                                                   babies in strollers, old ladies in rollers.
                                                  I was mortally mortified to find out
                                                   that "hookers hooked on heroine"
                                                   casually stroll this friendly family
                                                   neighbourhood. "How could they?"

                                                   I am sure that a 'John' or twenty ...
                                                   are sure to fuel plenty of controversy.
                                                   But, please Goddess, don't put me
                                                   near her pimp or Godless, i will stop
                                                   his stench .. at a bus stop .. with
                                                   more than a rabid riding crop.

                                                  Auntie Annabelle told me a long
                                                  time ago, " No, you are not living
                                                  downtown. You'll have your throat
                                                  slit." She meant by pimps. I was 22.
                                                  Fresh from the Fraser Valley. How
                                                  would a pre-digested rape-victim
                                                  know what to do? Even if he only
                                                  raped me - not once, but two?


                                                  That's when 'the girls' walked freely
                                                  and a unwholesome lot more safely.
                                                  When Herb Capone's Penthouse
                                                  was' hot to trot.' And, so were the
                                                  girls on his well-lit stage. For my
                                                  Aunt had 'rolled a few' herself. Took
                                                  me years to unroll that .. from my
                                                  mammary banks. For eon's.. drew
                                                  blanks. Paid for high pay- party
                                                  pranks. Sexily, I  became ever 'more
                                                  frank.' Which happens to be my
                                                  'dearly departed dad's name. My
                                                  only brother, too. Insane. Almost,
                                                  might this ultimate roaster and far from
                                                  jaded jokester, bravely boast.
                                             


                                                  Auntie told the dirtiest jokes on the
                                                  planet. Why? Cause she'd been
                                                  'on it' and off of it - and him. Later
                                                  her own youngest son, called her a
                                                  "slut." What! For 'opening up.?'
                                                  No wonder a sinner such as Jehova
                                                  can afford to project: " Told ya!"
                                                  Watch out when someone 'finds God'
                                                   Rather trust a stripper or a well
                                                   paid street walker, turning tricks
                                                   and blowing whistles on married
                                                   dicks.

     
                                                  I've learned that hypocracy has nil
                                                  to do with democracy. For when
                                                  pussy comes to shove .. man not to
                                                  kind, is 'tried and true - always
                                                  gonna love the one who loves to be
                                                  licked.
           
                                                  Take that Dick!
                 
                                                  Have your insane old same .. 'trick'
                                                  Jane.

                                                  'Oldest game' played by different
                                                  players .. almost always 'Doomsayer's'
                                                  Shamer's and Blamer's.. dishing it out..
                                                  traded for flailing about ..
                                                  money i mean - for the proverbial dream
                                                  of fresh 'cream'

                                                  Yes, wounded world at large .. on the
                                                   well pounded .. pavement of the wee
                                                   pudster's - plenty of impostors.

                                                  So, for now, this Hetro PH- balanced puss;
                                                  she'll stick with stick'n up for her sister's and
                                                  maybe one night, moon a mellow man
                                                  who makes great love. By the seat of his
                                                  tight pants, they shall live a life of endless
                                                  romance. She'll create such a fuss over him
                                                  .... into her wondrous waters his handsome
                                                  head shall forever duck ..

                                                  Why the fabulous fiendishly foul-mouthed
                                                   Fuc_- not!!!

                                                  Good thing i never did tie that  .. knot!
                                               
                                                  For ' love cannot be bought' and greater
                                                  bitches .. need never be fought. For if males
                                                  did as taught - 'good girls' could and should
                                                  have just as much silly fun as the proverbial
                                                  naughty one ...

                                                  Well, I'm not one of those nasty dykes afraid
                                                  of spikes; donning short hair and
                                                  hiding in Vancouver's gay end .. with 'just any'
                                                  young virgin bitch.
                                                  So what if she's got a lot more fur than me.
                                                  Can't you just leave the growing and glowing
                                                  to soon to grow .. tresses, again - this time -
                                                  for ME?

                                                 Special K - everyday - cause someone has to play


                                                     
                                                     


                                                         


                                                   
                                                        

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

I Miss his Hugs

                                              I miss his hugs
                                              the way he looks at me
                                              my heart is all he can see
                                           
                                              love shown; affectionately


                                              I miss the trust
                                              how he counted on me
                                              our world was truly free


                                              love known; infinitely



                                              I miss his eyes
                                              showing devotion to me
                                              always sincere was he
                                           
                                             love sown; meticulously



                                              I miss his cheek
                                              gently offered unto me
                                              kissing him so gently


                                             love's throne; majestically



                                              I miss his hand
                                              held outstretched for me
                                              casual and carefree

                                              love's tone; naturally



                                              I miss his energy
                                              gently enfolding me
                                              co-creating family

                                              love's home; sacredly!




                                              Katherine Marion
                                              www.Supernaturalwoman.com

                                              p.s.

                                             And, i shall continue to 'see' with clarity
                                             and positivity; all that has never really left ...
                                             me.

                                             I love you, King Kaelin

                                             Your " Amazing Mommy" forever - no
                                             matter how many envious voices natter ..
                                             

                                          

Saturday, June 22, 2013

With Love at My Side

Kaelin was 5 or 6 and we were a living example of bliss - Love's K2 -iss!


With Love at my side
out of dense fog
safely to ride

With Love at my side
into the light
no fear to hide

With Love at my side
ever warm Son
truth does abide

With Love at my side
hopeful hearts
in trust; survive

With Love at my side
magical Mother
divine will; confide

With Love at my side
loving Angel
earthly to preside

With Love at my side
sacred bond
can stay alive

With Love at my side
blessed family
kindness can revive!


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com

p.s.

Love is the greatest Power of all
Look how my brave heart - stands tall ..
as he shall forever more
for it is real - what our hearts' .. first swore!

Hope's Radiant Heart,

Momma K

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Before i go to sleep - this morn ...

                                  Before i go to sleep - this morn
                                  opening my heart ..
                                  to my loving Son; foresworn


                                  Before i go to sleep - this morn
                                  mending our pain
                                  of love's cloth ; gently torn


                                  Before i go to sleep - this morn
                                  lending my ear
                                  to wounded whisper. forlorn


                                  Before i go to sleep - this morn
                                  remembering to bless
                                  my tired heart; beyond worn



                                  Before i go to sleep - this morn
                                  asking Angels to guide
                                  light to now - transform



                                  Before i go to sleep - this morn
                                  around his cradled head
                                  gentlest hand to adorn


                                  Before i go to sleep - this morn
                                  visualizing holy love
                                  being beautifully; reborn!!!!



                                 Katherine Marion
                                 www.SupernaturalWoman.com

                                 p.s.

                                 For days .. i go without even a handshake
                                 or a hug - even in this big city.

                                 If it were not for reaching out ..
                                 this loneliness .. would look less pretty


                                 Special k - even if no one - rarely has 'time'
                                 to slow down and say ...
                                 "Hey, aren't you the Amazing Mommy"
                                 of that other .. King K?!


                               
                             


                                 

YOUR LOVE ...means the World to ME

K2 Forever!

King Kaelin and his "Amazing Mommy"

2011





Your Love
means the world
to me

Your Love
is most important
to me




Your Love
lives in my heart
with me


Your love
is sacred and safe
with me




Your Love
has taught so much
to me


Your Love
is most everything
to me




Your Love
sleeps soundly
with me


Your love
if forever felt
by me!



Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com

p.s.

I love this darling photo of my beautiful boy and I.
So very receptive .. to my touch, my heart, my openness, my caring, my devotion, my attention,  and all of my divine Love!!!!

K2 Forever
xoxoxoxoxox



www.3rdEyeFoto.com - self and other self .. portrait







Saturday, June 15, 2013

I said I'd "Never Settle for Less"

                                                  I said I'd "never settle for less"
                                                  put myself through that test
                                                  'lost'
                                                 
                                                  so much 'stress'


                                                  I said " never settle for less'
                                                  in my journal, god bless
                                                  wrote

                                                  words .. before duress


                                                   I said "never settle for less"
                                                   life seems such a mess
                                                   now

                                                   to myself, i must confess



                                                   I said "never settle for less"
                                                   fallen Angel's mistress
                                                   what
                         
                                                   others chose not express



                                                   I said "never settle for less"
                                                   a lie, can herself; undress
                                                   such
             
                                                   purity need not profess



                                                   I said " never settle for less"
                                                   no ill substitute for caress
                                                   truth

                                                   doesn't always suit us -best!



                                                 
                                                   I said "never settle for less"
                                                   Light is her pretty dress
                                                   soft

                                                   her heart does not guess



                                                   I said "never settle for less"
                                                   bright; her eyes impress
                                                   back

                                                   comes child-like innocence!



                                                  Katherine Marion
                                                  

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

"Be sure to wear clean undies .. before your rape"

                                "Be sure to wear clean undies .. before your rape,"
                                  ordered ape-man before he went 'APE"

                                 "Be sure to please me, above all wretched else
                                   I'm gonna throw your torn ass onto a shelf!"

                                 "Be sure to smile while i am 'do'n you dirty,
                                   cause when your hurt'n, my dick gets perky!"

                                  "Be sure to have a big O so i feel like a man
                                    I am Fu__g  you, cause I know 'I CAN'

                                  "Be sure to show that I make you feel good
                                    Swallow my di__,  agh, under the hood"

                                  "Be sure not to scream or I will have to kill ya
                                    like the 12 year old, they sent me away fer"

                                  "Be sure to know that if you ever tell anyone
                                    I'm sending your sis; filthy pics .. by the ton."

                                  "Be sure not to answer the phone, when i am
                                    busy shooting polaroid's, before 'next slam"

                                  "Be sure not to go the police who already know
                                    I am on parole. Do as you have been told!"

                                  "Be sure to be here, if i ever come back for RAPE
                                    signed with dirty semen 'another misogynistic APE!'"



                                    Katherine Marion
                                    www.SupernaturalWoman.com


                                    Holy Goddess, i am such a 'natural" at this rape inspired ..
                                    writing ..
                                    Wonder why?

                                    And, I'll be sure to tell a wholesome lot more truth ..
                                    before last breath ..
                                    that way; my sisters and nieces and all my other's
                                    never does die!

                                    Goddess- cast thine divine dye ......


                                    My oh, Magical My,
                         
                                    Special K who believes in being a whole lot more  ..
                                    than spending senseless time in purgatory .. with
                                    those who barely live - a lie!!!


                                 




                                 

                             


I am the WOman I want to meet

                                                    I am the WOman I want to meet
                                                    dishing out words ..
                                                 
                                                    good enough - to eat!


               
                                                    I am the WOman I want to hug
                                                    dealing the cards ...

                                                    'topped' by LOVE!



                                                     I am the WOman I want to kiss
                                                     breathing in beauty ...

                                                     2 hearts can't miss!



                                                      I am the WOman I want to be
                                                      looking into the mirror...

                                                      sHEs' HERe; I see!


         
                                                      Katherine Marion

                                                      www.SupernaturalWoman.com


                                                     p.s.


                                                     For all the truly sincere friends .. i have
                                                     yet to meet .. my own incredible company;
                                                     I choose to keep!

                                                   
                                           
                                                    

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Love is all .. i need

                                         Love is all .. i need
                                        ' Intention' planted seed

                                         without respect, i bleed
                                         truth is found in deed ..


                                       

                                         Love is all .. i need
                                         to feelings; pay heed

                                         heart is losing speed
                                         when 'cuts' are - creed




                                         Love is all .. i need
                                         divine; she has decreed


                                         flowers are not weed
                                         Mother; Son to succeed




                                         Love is all .. i need
                                         forest falls when tree'd


                                         intention; not impede
                                         love's best kept; free'd




                                         Love is all .. i need
                                         "support,' God-speed


                                         dark; no eyes to read
                                          light; nary to feed



                                     
                                        Love is all .. i need
                                        bent is hollow reed


                                        lost is she emptied
                                        hoping; 'if only he'd ...




                                        Love is all ... i need
                                        broken soul; retrieve

                                        'found' is to believe
                                         take only Love's lead


                                       
                                         Love is all .. i need
                                         lightness; to conceive

                                       
                                         Womb; not exceed
                                          Miracle.. believe!!!





                                          Katherine Marion
                                          www.SupernaturalWoman.com


                                         p.s.
                             
                                         Open-hearted letter to my sacred Son
                                         listen to no one
                                         who does not come from goodness
                                         when it comes to you and your blessed Mom!!!

                                         This knowing Mother - does know best
                                          especially of Love
                                          which need not -  of test
                                          only - REST!

                                           Goddess-sent doeth attest - your "Amazing Mommy'
                 


                           
                                       


                                       
                                     

                                  

Monday, June 10, 2013

Stolen Heartbeat - published article for Pear Magazine


Stolen Heartbeat by Katherine Marion

A story about a raw vegan home-learner who was unjustly apprehended by the Ministry Of Children And Families at the tender age of 8.

My son is pretty special! Aren't they all? He has been raw, organic, vegan for what seems like the yummiest eternity. It is our luscious life. We thrive on our healthy, healing choices, and this prevailing conscious choice has made a world of delicious difference in overcoming all challenges life has thrown our wondrous way....even that devastating day, over four years ago, eight days before Christmas and right after my precious and most innocent 8 year old had asked me to watch "My life as a fairytale"... So much for happy endings!

"Let us in, or we are going to break down the door!" was the unfriendly demand I heard hollering at me that early morning that I shall never forget. I had run down the stairs from the bedroom to hear the noise and realized that my fearful little boy, the night earlier, had so knowingly hidden the antique crystal doorknob on the rental we were subleasing nearing the middle of our "40-day countdown to Costa Rica". The police had been camping out for a couple of days already, and the social workers, to no avail, had already taken my son to Vancouver Children's Hospital and received only the most positive test results. So, this was the next step ...

I fearfully opened up the kitchen door after briefly explaining I had to find the hidden knob. No one listened or even chose to hear. Four armed police officers ran up the stairs to the bed where my Angel was peacefully sleeping. It was not until those very early morning hours -- after a terrifying fever due to the latest visit to VCH where Kaelin was terrorized by MCFD in a closed door 'inquisition ("Does your Mom starve you?") for over 1 1/2 hours after four hours of inconclusive lab tests -- that one terrified boy even had the opportunity to sleep. Now, roused out of bed by a troupe of uniformed enforcers, sleeping beauty was sent away.

"Do you have a pillow case or something that reminds him of you that we can take?" was about the kindest comment that came forth in the fell swoop that took my calm, happy child away from me. Literally, in less than five minutes, a petrified boy was lost to a ministry that had been harassing us for many a torturous years. Alongside the 'hired guns' were two virtually unknown social workers who did not have an established relationship with either of us, and a public health nurse. It wasn't until this year that I finally realized why this paid professional was brought in. Just in case ... Well, SHE did not get to shoot a needle in my arm, for all I so wisely and calmly did was ask, "May I say goodbye to my son?" Can you even imagine? It still brings me to unearthly tears when I look back... "I love you. You are amazing. I am going to see you really soon," is all I had an opportunity to leave my numbed child with. And, the biggest hug you ever felt.

Then, my mini-Miracle man was whisked away from me, in the back of a police car, to go directly to live in a gay male foster home full of delinquent boys and forced to eat Burger King on a daily basis. Not to mention, I was evicted, forcibly, from the only home I then knew, 10 minutes after my son was apprehended!

I wrote letters to the Premier. Of course, why should our Canadian Prime Minister answer his own mail? My e-mails were read by other government members working within MCFD. Even the Ombudsman was of no use and really not in business, it seemed, anyway. "Quality Assurance" was one more facet of a far from brilliant diamond in the ruff that works directly with the ministry. I was labelled "adversarial" and let's not forget "confrontational" for my defense of my son. My legal aid lawyer whom once worked for MCFD, taking away teenage children, offered me the sage advice to dismantle my website and to stop writing about the case. "Otherwise you will never get your child back," I was warned.

"No wonder! Look at you," was thrown at me by my first female lawyer whom I comforted, because she complained she was "getting a mere $60.00 compared to the $200.00 per hour" other well-paid lawyers were receiving. I actually remember hugging her because she was so upset. Then, we called my sister, in high hopes she could look after my son since there was no reason he should have been sent to strangers, anyway; especially since we have such a large family (red meat eaters and all).

My sister, one year apart from me, who used to be like a loving twin when we were younger, declined -- on the grounds that she didn't know what she would do with her home-schooling nephew during the days when she went to work. So, instead, my son watched horror flicks every day for months; a very common form of repetitive-style torture, was fed Burger King instead of the promised raw vegan foods, as well as being hit and abused on just about every level one could never wish to ever imagine.

No one stepped in when this devoted and beyond distraught Mother went to the papers to calmly explain her case. "It is Christmas and everyone is on holidays" is what I heard at The Vancouver Sun and The Province before leaving a large envelope for a journalist on staff. Of course, I found out that the press doesn't ever want to touch anything to do with a corrupt ministry that keeps themselves so legally protected that nobody would have a career or life left later anyway.

Nights before my heartbeat was stolen from me, I had called the RCMP and persisted in speaking to the head sergeant. No wonder that one of the first attending officers that unexpectedly arrived the day before 'the take' could only meagerly offer, "I'm sorry." An apology from one person -- a good start...yet, the damage that has been done can never be fully undone.

My son gained 10 pounds of unhealthy fat within a few months. And, it wasn't the lean muscle mass that was typical of one energetic boy fed 100% raw vegan who enjoyed life and smiled everywhere he travelled. Eight cavities in eight months and not a cavity before! So tired. No energy. Little white bumps due to an overwhelmed lymphatic system. Neglect. No one to trust except the "Amazing Mommy" who had been made to look as if she was anything except ... A very bitter foster Dad (one of two) who thwarted me at every opportunity right in front of my son and was permitted by the ministry to do so. A paltry and painful two supervised visits per week, consisting of a meager two to four hours allotted per visit. And to know that many parents never get their children back!

I removed half my website, pictures included, wondering what could possibly be construed as offensive! Sleep deprived and staying motivated by maintaining high hopes and taking daily pro-active measures. Documenting everything (even the bruising and cuts on the once flawless skin of Kaelin's back). Keeping my son full of optimism. Being forced by MCFD to school my son with the B.C. government curriculum in a school outreach program where the two teachers told Kaelin, "You and your Mom are geniuses." Spending more than half our scheduled time together, teaching my home-learner how to "read" and write" when all he really wanted to do was lay beside me and sleep. So much trauma. And, undue stress. Especially for a violated little soul; deserving only Love and the sane of the sanest coming back, unto that of which he so dearly and truly is.

So much to tell. I really have not written about this ordeal for so long. Even though we still intend on filing a class action suit against the foster parents, we decided to see and be the light before we go and stick our heads in a dirty, dark hole, again. A Kaelin's King Rawsome Ransom is the far from paltry price we have paid for our sins of home-schooling and being Raw when one is something too many in our ignorant society don't agree with, and the second is eligible cause for cries of "neglect" in a world where Living Foods are commonly considered to be 'suspect', especially a pre-historic five years ago!

My son is one of the 'lucky' ones. Always faithfully claiming, "I am a Mother On A Mission, Woman With A Vision," what more do I have to lose anyway? They already took my child's precious childhood away. The "experts" attempted to make the Mother into mincemeat that she wouldn't even serve to anybody's child. A once so very Supernatural family has been turned upside down, alienated, lied to, thwarted at every turn and held accountable for taking healthy, healing measures, that should be instilled and installed in every home, heart and government on this hurting planet. All I can do is share a wee and not so wonderful part of our success story to get the yummy word out there: "Do your work, no matter the momentary cost."

I am writing this brief expose to allow a shining, bright part of this wondrous world to see that darkness can and does often prevail. I knew that we were being preyed upon. I even had visions. Slowing down to stay at the YWCA under an alias for five goofy, fun, cartoon-watching months. Women's Organizations confirming "Nazi tactics" as dealt by the deadly hand of a ministry that does not minister to its own. Conscientiously contacting the local media before heavy-handed government officials whisked my beautiful boy away, and auspiciously being told, "Wait until they take him." What? I had people I thought I knew tell me, "You deserved it. You had too much ego," projected by a male admirer who had failed to gain my attention any other way. 'Friends' stopped calling and I had plenty of space created to journal, workout at the gym, and fully train my body and mind to make a huge and lasting shift. And, I stayed totally raw and kept really real. And, this is truly Rawsome!

Everyone has forever heard, "Look for the light at the end of the tunnel." Well, I am intimately aware that you cannot afford to wait. Be the Light. Enter into the Light, and allow only the Light to wrap herself around you and yours. Do what you feel is best to honor yourself and your loved ones. Remember what only counts is not what another says but what you feel and know to be true within your wildest heart of hearts. Trust. Allow. Accept. And, always Forgive. For it is truly only with Compassion that we can come to a deeper understanding and let go of the pain and suffering that need no longer be in our lives any more than a heartbeat needs to go unheard.

With Raw-felt Respect and Deliciously Divine Gratitude!


Katherine Marion is the creator of the websites www.SupernaturalWoman.com amdwww.Rawsomechef.com. She writes, "I would greatly appreciate any positive commentary you wish to send forth. It means the rawk'n world to Kaelin and I. Please feel as free as you are to contact us atrawsomechef@yahoo.ca. Since I am just warming up, all interviews and requests for articles are warmly welcome."


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