Tracee Dawn

Tracee came into my life in August of 1990. Her mother and I met at, what can I say, a nightclub. Her best friend, Doris, was there and we were having a lot of fun, dancing, talking, etc. She was a bundle of laughter. I liked her then and I love her now. Familial love now, familial love. I've watched her grow from being an inexperienced young woman, to one of the most loving and protective mothers, fabulous artist (I should claim 10% of her take. Ok 1%), loyal friend, happy, but stressed woman. She carries about her a heavy burden and needs our help and it is forthcoming. More later...