I would see her every day in front of my building, wandering looking lost – yet I was enjoying my freedom; She looked homeless, without friends – yet I was enjoying my freedom. Did she have family she could call on – while I was busy enjoying my freedom? I would get home from

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With troubled heart, my friend Jocelyn Winfrey left this world a few days ago.  I met Jocelyn over a decade ago, she was tall, loud, and quite pugnacious and quarrelsome in her body language and tone.  Some folks found this distasteful both at work and in the community.  She was talked about at work because

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