Sherry Weaver: What does it mean to be brave?
It was April 1990 and there I sat in my Toyota Corolla with my sister by my side. The car was packed to the gills with all my worldly possessions along with a case of Molson Golden in the U-Haul car-top. One must understand, where I was going I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to
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