AS A YOUNG GIRL AND LATER ON, AS A TEENAGER, I WAS TOLD sometimes: “Ann Marie, you wear your heart on your sleeve…” The impression I got about this was bad, that it was not good to let anyone know how I was feeling, what I may be thinking according to the smile, grin, scowl, look of timidity or anger seemingly reflecting in my face, my body language… Remember, I did not have godly parents. I really…..