HIATUS: a lull, pause, break, gap, space, interval, interruption…time away. That’s me, Dreama, I’ve been away. Well not really away. Not on a vacation. Not out-of-town on business. Just away. Away from writing. Away from connecting with others. Away from the helm of The Quest.

I looked at my last post and realized that it was in June. In my real life you may recall that my husband and I have a restaurant and a catering business, and wow have we been busy this summer! I shouldn’t complain, business is good. Good for us, our employees,  our wallet (that makes paying the bills easier), but not so good for the motivation or inspiration to create and write, to think and dream, to keep the ship afloat.

Every weekend has been filled with catering parties and that entails a lot of hard work. Buying supplies, shopping, prepping food, preparing lists, finalizing arrangements and menus with clients, visiting the catering location, scheduling staff, packing items, loading items onto our trailer, van and other vehicles, unloading, setting up, serving, cleaning up, packing up, traveling, and unloading back at home base. Ready… set… go…sometimes 3 parties in one weekend; prepared and served at your location, delivered at your location or ready to pick up. I’m pooped just writing this all down.

I want to acknowledge what a great staff we have. They’ve worked their buns off and represented our business professionally  in our community. We’ve worked side by side, 7 days a week and sweated through some of the hottest, muggiest, summer heat or rain that we’ve seen in some time. Our college bound employees now have some extra money to meet their expenses. Our full-time staff have extra money put away for the holidays, and our customers had some fantastic parties with wonderful food!

It’s been a good season, but I’m looking forward to climbing back on board The Quest to see where she sails.

What have the months of summer brought for you? I hope it’s been terrific and  please share your experiences with us!



To Friend or not to Friend, that is the question.

By now most of us are familiar with the story behind the creation of the mega social media platform, Facebook; or at the very least you may be a member of Facebook . Who can say where one finds such brilliance to launch such a tremendously successful, technologically engaging endeavor? Do the stars and planets align at just the right time, or is it just plain luck as offered by Seneca, who wrote (just before not very efficiently killing himself),  that “Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” Well?

This got me thinking. My intention today is to blog my thoughts about Facebook, but then I stumble on this quote and my investigative nature wants to know more about Seneca; Lucius Annaeus Seneca.  I wanted to write about the personal  impact that Facebook has on people like me and the global connectivity that this networking service provides, but what I found is that Wikipedia does a far better job at providing all the intricate details on Facebook. From its inception to the statistics that confirm its historical impact on the world; if you want the facts… just hit this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facebook and you’ll be there.

So, as usual, I find myself going down another search engine bunny trail but one that provides much more interest to me.


Ancient bust of  philosophers
Seneca and Socrates

Wikipedia provides the following:

Lucius Annaeus Seneca (often known simply as Seneca, or Seneca the Younger) (ca. 4 BCE – 65 CE) was a Roman Stoic philosopherstatesmandramatist, and in one workhumorist, of the Silver Age of Latin literature. He was tutor and later advisor to emperor Nero. He was later forced to commit suicide for complicity in the Pisonian conspiracy to assassinate this last of the Julio-Claudian emperors; however, he may have been innocent.[1][2] His father was Seneca the Elder and his older brother was Gallio.

That part about being forced to commit suicide really grabbed my attention!

I find it unimaginable that one can order another person to commit suicide; that punishment for a crime involving an alleged conspiracy would result in a sentence that you kill yourself? Nero must have had mucho power! Ironically, Seneca had once been one of Nero’s trusted advisers.

Where was I  when ancient history and the Roman Empire was being taught or lectured in school? Why didn’t I find this fascinating then? One word, boys.

Back to Seneca…

Seneca was a popular philosopher and a renowned essayist who wrote a lot about tragedy, moral issues and satire. His influence was evident in the writings of other medieval authors of his time who often included him as a character in their own works. A self-professed stoic who had a weakness to engage in affairs with married women, stretching the boundaries of his teachings on restraint and self-discipline. Later, in the early Christian church, he was characterized as a “humanist saint”.  This information presents me with an image of a man who would rather have you do as he wrote, but not as he lived. I’m conflicted with the persona he created versus the true nature of his character; a credible,  fascinating philosopher, statesmen and writer, victim to the debauchery and excess of Roman society?

Much like the writings of the prophet, King Solomon, who in the book of Proverbs desires to provide instruction, wisdom and insight regarding prudent behavior, Seneca also has MANY pearls of philosophical quotes attributed to his name; such as: “A man’s as miserable as he thinks”, “As long as you live, keep learning how to live”, “Life, if lived well, is long enough”, and my favorite, “There is no delight in owning anything unshared”.

How true Seneca, how true!  If only the two could have met, perhaps Solomon could have advised our Seneca on the virtues and rewards of living a moral life.

And now the bunny trail ends, or is it just  beginning? A new quest for knowledge and enrichment for the soul.  I wish I could “friend” Seneca, Plato, Aristotle and Solomon. I wonder if they’d “friend” me back?


I recall the song lyrics,

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer…

You’ll wish that summer could always be here
You’ll wish that summer could always be here

                                                                               -Nat King Cole

As a child, I remember watching and singing along with Mitch Miller as my family gathered around our black and white television. We watched the bouncing ball leap from word to word  and sang enthusiastically as Mitch waved his a baton keeping his chorus and viewers in rhythm. Now, the hazy and lazy days of summer are all but a fond memory because the crazy days of summer have taken over. The Memorial holiday weekend marks for me and my husband the start of  our busiest time of year! As  restaurant owners and caterers there is little down time. Our customers can’t wait for their first long hot dog of the season; served at their favorite drive-in restaurant. Graduations, weddings and reunion dates fill our catering calendar well into July.  There are orders to place, shopping to do, food to prepare, new staff to hire and train and a zillion other things that take precedence over just about everything else. Anyone who has ever worked in the food service industry will tell you it is a 24/7 occupation. The customers come first and service with a smile is the mantra!

Now I don’t want to seem like I’m complaining, because this business (with all its craziness) provides us with a nice living; and in this economic climate our fast food eatery is more successful than ever. So for that I am grateful. The seasonal catering helps pay the bills in the winter months when business slows down. What I do miss however, are the summer days of my childhood.

I was fortunate that my mom, like so many moms in the 50’s and 60’s, was a full-time homemaker. She was June Cleaver personified and my father truly did know best! My family was the one everyone else glimpsed at on TV. My parents loved the outdoors and took their brood camping as often as possible. When we weren’t packing the tent and supplies for a weekend adventure, we were picnicking in the yard, taking a ride “in the country” or swimming at a nearby lake.

Ladies, remember those swim caps with the ugly rubber flowers plastered to our skulls like some sort of Polynesian water-lily? Ouch… I can still feel my mother poking and pushing my curly head of hair under the cap and adjusting the chin strap so tight I thought my head would burst! 

Awe the good old days; flaming marshmallows (dripping from sticks sharpened like weapons) into the campfire, catching fire flies (AKA lightning bugs) in mason or jelly jars, hand-me-down, musty sleeping bags with broken zippers and best of all blistering sunburns produced from slathering on baby oil and iodine! We were told to be in by dinner and expected to spend the rest of the time outside.

We counted out our pennies and walked or biked to the “corner store”(a mile or more away) to buy some candy cigarettes (subconsciously preparing many a child for their lifetime addiction) ice cream or whatever junk our money would buy.  Most days our parents had no idea where we were or what we were doing. Freedom like that for a kid is gone for good 😦

Some of my best memories are nights spent at the Moonlight ” Five Dollar a Car Load” drive-in movie, dressed in my jammies and snacking on the goodies that mom packed; especially the Jiffy Pop Popcorn! We arrived way before nightfall so dad could drive from post to post trying to find a speaker that was not only attached but actually had volume. Before the show we’d watch the dancing hot dogs and candy on the screen, enticing the audience to the snack bar.

Mitch was 99 when he passed. He was quoted saying that when he played with his orchestra live, “you strip  all the crapola away”.  “No editing, no re-takes”. I like that Mitch, and one day I too hope to strip all the crapola away. No editing my life, no re-takes, no do-overs, because it’s all live and it’s the only life I’ve got!

I hope to have some more lazy, hazy summer days and I hope you do to0!

Now back to the crazy….



Dear friends,

It seems  the older we get, the more we acquire; not only in material things, but also the experiences that come from living life. No one goes through life without the ups and downs, the struggles, the hardships, the joys and celebrations that accumulate as the years add up. The more candles we have on our cake, the more stories we have to tell.

As we find more gray hairs on our head, acknowledge that the wrinkled one looking back at us in the mirror is ourself,  or view the collection of books on our  shelves (or generations of shoes in our closets), we also continue to accumulate the character building aspects that make up the fabric of who we are as individuals; more courage, strength, attitude, wisdom and spirit. As least that’s what I hope we acquire.

From tackling our first real job, to finding our mate (hopefully for life), from career moves and homemaking to child rearing and aging parent care giving, there is a path that we journey sharing  many similarities to that of a friend, co-worker or another family member. Often we confide the most secret and uncomfortable places within us with those whose confidence we’ve come to trust. We also share our happiness, our milestones and new adventures that we are undertaking so that others will share in our joy and success. It is a true mix of emotions and women are all about emotions. One day we are rejoicing in all the goodness life has to offer, and the next day we are positive that nothing will go right ever again.

I have friends in my life who are at this very moment facing serious illness. Some who are hurting financially, are unemployed, are care givers to elderly parents, or are supporting gown children. Many stressors are heaped upon a women’s shoulders. Many days and nights to get through without a clear picture of what they will face next. Finding myself sympathetic and compassionate to those who face adversity, I want to comfort, console and be a shoulder to lean on. I also want to provide a positive spirit of hope where there seems to be no apparent hope in sight. But I might be kidding myself to think that they are feeling any self-pity, any discouragement or self-doubt, because these are some of the bravest women I know.

It’s I who comes away with their spirit of hope; it’s I who finds courage in their bravery. It’s I who benefits from their candid reveal of life!

I also have friends and acquaintances who seem not to have a blemish on them. Their lives appear perfect and perfectly ordered; skipping through life, sheltered, pampered and showered with goodies.  So I wonder, do I really know them or am I only assuming that they have it better than I? Do I inwardly covet their external appearance and affluence while smiling and loathing all at the same time? Do I despise the green monster within me?

You bet I do.  It’s not flattering, it serves no purpose and it definitely makes me feel ugly inside….

                                                    … Yet it’s there…Ugh!

For me, judging is a difficult thing to correct. In my April 21st blog titled, “Who Me?”  I revealed three things to give up: controlling, judging and being right. Lately it’s judging that is rearing its ugly head. I find myself making assumptions, criticizing and projecting my opinions without a lick of real information to stand on. If I’ve not walked in another’s moccasins or heels, where do I get off pronouncing judgement? I apologize. I sincerely do.

“Dreama, how would you like your crow cooked?”  “How ’bout a nice slice of humble pie to go with that guilt?”

A few days ago, I set out to find the perfect stone. Not a nice smooth pretty one, but a sharp, jagged, ugly one to match my inclination to judge first and get the accurate information later. I’ll use it to remind myself  that unless I’m without sin, then I should not cast the first stone. (Thank you Jesus, and my friend Mary, for this valuable lesson).

Yesterday the rock felt more like a boulder. It definitely had some weight to it, but thankfully as I was about to let my mouth runneth over, I was able to head the negativity off at the pass and just let it go. Free at last! How liberating to know that I didn’t have to have an opinion or at least I didn’t have to share it with the world! I didn’t have to spread the seed of negativity and I could just merely shrug off the inclination to expose another’s faults, or at least my perception of their faults.

I’m not casting a stone…not today! Just for today, I can keep the stone in my pocket, or the mental image of it safely tucked away until the day I’m without sin, and that won’t be until I take the big dirt nap!

I dedicate this entry in memory of my mom. I cannot ever recall a moment when I ever heard her say a negative comment about anyone. She did not gossip, she did not complain, she did not need a jagged stone to remind her how casting a stone really hurts and diminishes another human being. I miss you mom, but thank you for your life lessons, your humility and your grace.

So that’s where I find myself today; trying to correct a flaw in my character so that I might gain wisdom by acknowledging and eliminating some of  my personal deficits. I’m hoping to continue to acquire more courage, strength, attitude, and wisdom with a sprinkling of humility and a spirit of grace thrown in for good measure!

If you would like to share how your life experiences have given you insight to the person you have become, I look forward to your comments.

Best to all….Dreama


“I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure
is trying to please everyone”.

                                                                                      – Bill Cosby

Guilty as charged Bill! I believe that this is a common trait of most women, or at least the ones that I know. I’ll take some literary license here and assume that  Mr. Cosby must have been having a conversation and commenting to Mrs. Cosby, (as she juggled the many duties of wife, mother of five, and back stage support of a major celebrity), that “you can’t be all things to all people”, “you can’t please all the people all the time” and other quaint sayings that point out that we can’t be 100% perfect in all we do. But boy how we do try!

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This gives me a headache!

In her book Founding Mothers, “The Women Who Raised Our Nation” Cokie Roberts presents a social history of the women who  courageously provided behind the scenes support and influence to our Founding Fathers; as our nation evolved from British rule to independence. Until I read her account of this piece of history, I never realized just how difficult life was in Colonial times; how hard and often short a women’s life was, and just how much their contributions aided a nation as it gave birth to freedom and liberty. Women like Abigail Adams, Mercy Otis Warren, Deborah Reed- Franklin (yes, a hyphenated name), Martha Washington and more, Ms. Roberts researched and documented the fascinating times and lives of the women who truly were the first feminists; they just didn’t know it, nor were they give credit for it.

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1775 Portrait of Martha Washington

Always trying to please, but often falling short, we often feel like failures instead of patting ourselves on the back for all the contributions we do make as individuals, to our families, society, business and more.

The next time you are looking for a good read, look into the biographies of the women who helped shape our nation or our world. Appreciate the hardships they endured, the  sacrifices they made and feel proud to stand among them.

Then, make a list of your accomplishments, acknowledge the other women who impact your life and the those women who came before you to pave the way for your future.

You go girl!



Back to blogging after a little break. The reason for the lapse in writing was because our dog, Ruger, (like the gun) had become very ill and after a few days of watching him decline, and knowing there was nothing left that could be done, we made the heart-wrenching decision to have him put to sleep; euthanized. So final, so sad; a decision no one ever wants to make, but as  humans, we act as humanely as possible. We take a look at the cold, hard facts and make the decision that as our vet put it, “was the right thing to do.” From the lymphoma diagnosis on my birthday last October, we were blessed to have him  almost seven more months.


Ruger was, as I repeatedly told him,  the first and last Labrador we would ever own. Not because I dislike the breed, but because this particular Lab was totally neurotic. If you recall the movie, Marley and Me, you got a glimpse of what a Lab is capable of doing. The breed is large and strong, not too smart but smart enough. An eating machine that licked the plates as I loaded them in the dishwasher and dripped gallons of water from his jowls onto the floor after a long drink from his bowl. He preferred sleeping on the couches and chairs (when we weren’t looking) and scratched at the doors constantly; signalling his urge to go out and in, and in and out, and out and in….you get the idea. He just couldn’t make up his mind as to whether he wanted to be outside with nature, or indoors with his family. He liked it best when the doors were kept open, but that didn’t work once the days grew short and the temperatures fell. He also had a HUGE BARK. This bark would make you jump no matter how many times you heard it. It was always a shock to your system when he released his version of a lion’s roar and you jumped to attention.

To those who knew him best he was, and I quote, “The world’s grossest dog!” Ruger had a way of eating things that weren’t identifiable, roll in the foul smelling,  slimy and gooey remains of decaying animals in the woods, such as birds, rabbits, deer, and his favorite, squirrel!  He had a host of other habits that I can’t repeat.  He had an appetite for things he considered a delicacy and a penchant for grossing us out time and time again as we would find the undigested contents on the carpeting a few hours later; never the tile or hardwood floors, ALWAYS the carpet. I’m sorry to be so descriptive here, but you really need to visualize the range of his grossness.

Ruger also loved to chew holes in the throw blankets and decorative pillows on our couches. I can’t even begin to tell you how much money I spent replacing the items in the house that he destroyed. He ripped apart every doggie toy and bed we bought him; and ate hundreds of rawhide chews and bones. There was no end to his need to chew!

So why keep such an animal you might ask? Because this big, bulky, block headed dog was also lovable. From the moment he was presented to me as a pup, large baby blue bow around his neck, as I cuddled him in my arms, I knew that we now had a loyal, kind hearted family pet. Though rough to play with and difficult to train, his gentleness and good nature melted our hearts.

Allan and Ruger with bounty

Ruges (as we called him), was also a fantastic hunting dog. He had a nose like no other and would gladly dive into icy waters to retrieve ducks, geese, and anything we could toss in the water. The dog LOVED water. He never met a puddle he didn’t like. At his master’s side, he and my husband had many a successful hunting trip. When we added a pointer to our family, the two complemented each other’s instinctive hunting abilities as Bindi pointed and Ruger flushed and retrieved the bird or fowl.

Proud hunters!

Bindi, a German bred Drahthhaar, soon became the alpha female, and Ruger, who outweighed her by thirty some pounds soon became her lackey. I’m sure she misses him now; with no one around to boss!

New pup to train

Competitive swimming

We have his paw print in clay to remember him by, and many photos of Ruger as a pup,  at my husband’s side with the bounty from a hunting trip,  Christmas mornings as we opened our presents, hunting trips, swimming with Bindi and many successful retrieves. But my favorite photo is of him and Bindi taken on a cold February day. We were out for a late afternoon walk in the fields by our house. The sun was setting and they were crazily chasing each other in the foot of snow on the ground. Good fun for dogs! As the sun set, I clicked the camera at just the right time; capturing their joy, their energy, their friendship!

Winter Fun!

We miss you Ruger. We miss our former dogs Danny and Remington too. When you love dogs, when you treat them like one of your children and embrace them as family, you grieve your loss. You cry when you put the food and water bowls away. You cry when you think you hear them trotting down the hall. You cry when you have one less dog to walk with, one less dog to feed, to hunt with  and to cuddle. You cry until one day someone brings you a new puppy to hold in your lap and you begin the process once again; knowing that one day, you’ll say goodbye.

Love your pets,



People of the Jewish faith recently celebrated Passover, to commemorate the history of God delivering their people from bondage in Egypt and to deliver them to the land He had promised; free of tyranny, oppression and slavery.

At Easter, Christian believers celebrate the resurrected body of the Lord, Jesus Christ, fulfilling the prophesies of the coming of the Messiah to deliver people from sin and conquering death.

Both religions celebrate the journey from darkness into light, from sin to salvation; given freely for all of us!

Where ever you are right now, take a moment and reflect on your faith, your inner spirit, your journey from darkness into light; a new beginning to live life fully and richly blessed by God!

Shalom and Happy Easter!



I keep a manila folder on my desk. It hides under the computer keyboard. The contents of the folder are of  inspirational messages that I’ve down loaded, lyrics to music that inspire me, and reminders of my many blessings.

Today, as I searched through the folder (to find some pearls of wisdom), I came across the following:

“There are only three things you need to let go of: judging, controlling, and being right. Release these three and you will have the whole mind and twinkly heart of a child.”

                                                             ~Hugh Prather~

“Of course”, I thought to myself, “this would have to have been penned by a man!” “No woman in her right mind would ever think of letting go of these three things.” I’d also like to add guilt to the list, but that’s another topic.

So away I go to GOOGLE Mr. Prather…(excerpt from his 2010 obituary)

Hugh Prather, a self-help author whose first book, “Notes to Myself,” put an aphoristic finger on the pulse of the ’70s, has sold more than five million copies and inspired the long-running “Saturday Night Live” segment “Deep Thoughts,” died on Nov. 15 at his home in Tucson. He was 72. Mr. Prather died in his hot tub, apparently of a heart attack, his wife, Gayle, said.

photo: Steve Northup

Hugh Prather, artist and writer, home in Santa Fe in 1977.

What a way to go Hugh, soaking in your hot tub! With my luck I’d have a heart attack while cleaning it!

Obviously, I mean this man no postmortem malace, but really, if I could possibly give up these three things, what would I replace them with?

Let’s see, um, oh..I know, in place of judging I’ll practice, uh…ummm.., okay instead of controlling I’ll be more, aaaaa, ummm, okay, now I’ve got it; if I can’t be right, I can be…. Well this is just awful and it will take some contemplation and change of behavior and maybe some Divine intervention. Do I really want “the whole mind and twinkly heart of a child?”

“I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

                                                                ~ Jesus of Nazareth ~

Who am I to debate the Savior?

After reading a little bit more about Mr. Prather, I learned he was a spiritual man, but not a man who lived without his share of experiencing some of life’s cruelties. Along his journey for spiritual growth, he combined elements of  Buddhism, Christianity and other traditions in his life until he finally became a lay minister and counselor at a Methodist church in Tucson, AZ.

So perhaps he had to let go of a few things to survive and to develop his character; shedding the unflattering cloak of judgement, control and self-righteousness, and chose instead to develop his “twinkly heart of a child”.

Rest in peace Hugh, and thanks for reminding me that there is always room for improvement!

Dreama asks: “What can you do (or let go of) to develop the whole mind and twinkly heart of a child?” Please leave a comment (upper left corner of post-under the date)


Well, it’s Saturday and it’s rainy, windy and just plain miserable. The daffodils outside look like they wish they could put on rain coat and the birds appear ready for a hot cup of tea. So for today, and the remainder of this weekend, I’ve decided that I’m due for a little downtime.

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Like many who rush about all week with the normal routines and throwing in some extra activities just to make sure we’ve used EVERY POSSIBLE MINUTE, I normally use the weekend to catch up on the projects nagging me at home and wake up Monday morning wondering where the time went, and why I don’t feel rested!  Sound familiar?

Join me in giving yourself permission to order take-out, refuse to see the dust and laundry piling up, and pick up the magazines that you haven’t read since the holiday issue of Better Homes and Gardens. Just take a deep breath to relax, restore and nurture YOU! Hubby can handle a few things, like throwing in a load of wash, and the kids can pitch in with housework. Tell them you’re taking a day off! Indulge!

Asian Family

“Honey, can you take the kids for new shoes?!”

At my house, when the grandkids come over, I hand them a “Swiffer” duster and give them each a room (or two) to dust; then we make it a contest to see who can clean the best. I know that this won’t last forever, but I’m enjoying their youthful enthusiasm and I have dust-free shelves!

The only catching up I will do this weekend is to get in an extra hour or two of sleep. I’ll bring a book off the shelf to entertain my mind, and I’ll spend some time in the church sanctuary to rekindle my spirit and reflect on this holy Easter time.

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The important thing is to carve out some time to reconnect with who you are and what interests you; to engage in the activities that remind you that you are uniquely individual.

If the aromas of a home-cooked meal and baking cookies gives you satisfaction, then by all means get in the kitchen.

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If soaking in a hot tub with bubbles up to your ears eases away the stress, then I say, “soak until you look like a prune”!

If being outdoors is your thing; preparing the gardens and disposing of the winter leftovers, bringing you the added benefit of  producing the kind of deep sleep that can only be experienced by “over-doing it” in the yard, then dig, prune and rake like a mad woman!

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There will be no more blogging on Saturdays or Sundays ladies. Monday will come soon enough.

Peace and love to all,



Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed.” – Robert H. Schuller

Today I would like to introduce Colleen Duerr, from Pittstown, NJ. Colleen doesn’t know that she is being featured in today’s blog, but I was so impressed after reading a  write up about her in the April 1st edition of Family Circle, I just wanted to share her story and vocation.

Colleen is the VP of AMERICA’S GROW A ROW; an organization founded in 2002, by Chip Paillex, that has given away over 1 million pounds of food with the assistance of 1,100 volunteers. The passion of the organization is not only providing the normal canned and boxed goods that make up the bulk of most “food pantries”, but to also share fresh produce by partnering with local farms and ShopRite grocery stores to distribute excess produce.

Along with raising her own children and sharing the bounty of her garden through the program, Colleen performs many administrative functions for AGAR and gives presentations to provide education and outreach on hunger and poverty.

Colleen is making a difference and envisions AGAR expanding Nationwide.

It’s good to know that there are women out there, like Colleen, who are dedicated to the nutritional needs of our most vulnerable populations.

My straw hat is off to you, Colleen, and keep up the good work. I hope you realize all your goals!


To learn more about America’s Grow a Row, please visit: http://americasgrowarow.org/

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