My sister, Charlene, was working as an office manager for Fly Creek Cafe and Marina in Fairhope, AL. This marina is on the Eastern Shore of Mobile Bay, a remarkably beautiful area.

Bruce felt naturally drawn to the area, and spent a considerable amount of time in and around the marina (he even did some landscaping work for the cafe).

I met Bruce when I ventured out with my sister for a "group thing." We were headed to Gambino's in Fairhope for their famous Wednesday night Karaoke. (This was the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving)

The place was packed! But we had no trouble getting a table, as several of the others in the group were Fairhope Police officers. I met so many people that night! I really don't remember meeting Bruce, but he'll tell you that he noticed a "glow" about me. He says that he couldn't take his eyes off of me. (wow!)

After I stopped dating the police officer that I met that night, (we dated for 2 months), I started "letting" Bruce date me. I let him wine and dine me. I let him pick flowers for me. I let him help me get a new car after mine was totalled in an accident. I never actually wanted to fall in love with him. I never actually wanted to fall in love with anyone again! (I wouldn't even let him kiss me because I knew that would throw me over the edge.

After a few months of that, I couldn't stop myself from falling. So, I buckled in for the ride.

I wasn't a nice person to be around. I found so many ways to criticize everything he did. Yes, I was one of those dreaded ego-maniacs. A Princess. And yes, I'm embarrassed about it now.

In other words, I wasn't cavalier about anything. Everything I did was well-planned out in advance with a checklist to consult. (I'm exaggerating a little)

I've since learned that life is more fun when it's spontaneous, not planned, go-with-the-flow, you get the picture. Bruce taught me that.

Now, we are in the middle of a big giant criminal case. We've both been charged and indicted on felony drug trafficking charges here in Baldwin County Alabama.

We are not drug traffickers. We are not criminals. We are spiritually educated and college educated professionals who happen to grow healing herbs and vegetables in our garden.

We are both ordained ministers with the Universal Life Church, and have founded Green Earth Ministries. After much research, we have finally learned what our spirits seemed to know all along. Cannabis helps people to become closer to God. And God wants us to use it! (He gave it to us in Genesis and told us it was good)

So, our legal defense is based on the First Amendment and the Religious Freedom Restoration Act. We have enlisted legal assistance from a like-minded group of cannabis sacrament ministers. One of these ministers refered to me as cavalier today.

He writes that I seem to have a cavalier atitude toward our case. Let's see....cavalier means
Cavalier \Cav`a*lier"\, a. Gay; easy; offhand; frank.

He is correct if he means that I'm unprepared. But tell me, how do you prepare yourself for something like this. I'm not able to work as a nurse because my license is under investigation by the Alabama Board of Nursing. My nursing pay was intended to cover our expenses while Bruce gets PlanetWebsite ready to launch.

My full-time work now seems to be

These things really do take up the majority of my time. And I'm still racking my brain trying to figure out a way to parlay the passion and credentials I have into a paying gig.

But, I'm not complaining. We are expecting a HUGE donation any day now, so I've ceased worrying about money. I've pretty much ceased worrying about anything. It's all in God's hands now.

I am trying my best to maintain a positive attitude through all of this. If that comes across as cavalier, then I'll take that as a reminder of how much I've grown.

However, I'm definitely not a yellow cavalier!