tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175050922011-11-27T15:54:28.781-08:00This site is meant as a support for women who wish to be mentored and enjoy the fellowship and wisdom of other women.RUTH HUNTERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09607579854253265959noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17505092.post-42133176591511522572010-08-02T19:31:00.000-07:002010-08-02T03:15:51.219-07:002010-08-02T03:15:51.219-07:00RUTH HUNTERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09607579854253265959noreply@blogger.com6Why do we see so many women interested in the paranormal. Books like Twilight and Nora Roberts' recent trilogy involving a pagen stone that exudes magical and demonic influence and power on three boys. We hunger for the supernatural.... or rather the spiritual. Our everyday lives are void of the spiritual that should be central to our lifestyle, but has been banished by a culture that does not <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yb5Qt4MgCy6faixR4S_aaIke8eo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yb5Qt4MgCy6faixR4S_aaIke8eo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yb5Qt4MgCy6faixR4S_aaIke8eo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yb5Qt4MgCy6faixR4S_aaIke8eo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBlackBraClub/~4/dCXmbxOfw4Y" height="1" width="1"/>http://blackbraclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-interest-in-paranormal.htmlhttp://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a1834f221846aae&type=video%2Fmp4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17505092.post-16209242122595220422010-01-12T06:11:00.000-08:002010-01-12T06:15:42.395-08:002010-01-12T06:15:42.395-08:00RUTH HUNTERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09607579854253265959noreply@blogger.com1I recently fractured my elbow when I tripped in the garage over a sleeping bag. I was carrying groceries tripped, hit my head on a chair (heard it crack), craned my neck and landed on my arm. I sat up, my arm in great pain and at first I thought it may be broken. I could barely move it. I was wondering how I would get off the floor; my sore arm being my predominate one. Somehow I managed to get <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I4rVx8XN-uxK9OE8JZ70RnzRZI0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I4rVx8XN-uxK9OE8JZ70RnzRZI0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I4rVx8XN-uxK9OE8JZ70RnzRZI0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I4rVx8XN-uxK9OE8JZ70RnzRZI0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBlackBraClub/~4/uTnjupuAzJg" height="1" width="1"/>http://blackbraclub.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-done-it-to-myself.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17505092.post-59159962700217053642009-01-09T19:01:00.000-08:002010-08-02T03:21:49.788-07:002010-08-02T03:21:49.788-07:00RUTH HUNTERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09607579854253265959noreply@blogger.com0Thank God for all you women who unknowingly run the world, That is what I am hoping we can change. We need to let women know that they are the one great power of influence. and with that comes responsibility. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-hAxBM-LdAYQcWyPdBhJfuK38M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-hAxBM-LdAYQcWyPdBhJfuK38M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-hAxBM-LdAYQcWyPdBhJfuK38M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-hAxBM-LdAYQcWyPdBhJfuK38M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBlackBraClub/~4/4bCPPXYXZog" height="1" width="1"/>http://blackbraclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-unknowingly-run-world.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17505092.post-510471764242798572008-12-12T06:46:00.000-08:002008-12-12T06:51:31.192-08:002008-12-12T06:51:31.192-08:00RUTH HUNTERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09607579854253265959noreply@blogger.com0I am ending the second semester in this new variation in my life. This my second year celebrating Christmas without my parents. Little twinges of grief come around from time to time. I miss them, but I have moved on.For a long time I had my mother as my best friend to depend on for support, but after she died I have had no one to fill that gap in my life. Part of the reason that I started the <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BNdHoFabt25r1-X2_NUGniFD9NY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BNdHoFabt25r1-X2_NUGniFD9NY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BNdHoFabt25r1-X2_NUGniFD9NY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BNdHoFabt25r1-X2_NUGniFD9NY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBlackBraClub/~4/KpP1JZ5iOng" height="1" width="1"/>http://blackbraclub.blogspot.com/2008/12/ending-my-second-semester.html