(transcribed from letters & my journal written at the time. My parents had decided to have a "big family vacation"; Husband wanted to go, but his workplace screwed his schedule over. I got talked into going anyway and ended up with Mom, Dad, my youngest sister (YS, with whom I shared the hotel room), my … Continue reading Smoky Mountain Memories: 1997
Month: May 2019
So we visited Husband's side of the family for Christmas a few years back. His aunt lives by herself in the Ohio Valley; every time we've gone there, we're usually the only visitors -- his cousins might drop by for a bit, but that's it. That year, though, his sister (my sister in law, aka … Continue reading Shitty day
Silence is not an option.
Doing the Pagan Weddin’ Rag…
Finding the courage to write these has been terrifying. I find myself backing away, minimizing the hurt & the damage, the "oh it wasn't that bad" inner voice. But I must. The memories are splinters embedded in my heart for years; they're infected, painful to touch, agony to try to pull out. Maybe it's best … Continue reading Doing the Pagan Weddin’ Rag…
When realization makes you sick to your stomach…
So I've been researching child abuse & abusive personalities for my fanfic tales, as one of the characters is a survivor & the issues & aftermath of abuse come up a lot in my tales. It's very, very scary when you're watching a vid & reading articles, and realizing that it all sounds too damn … Continue reading When realization makes you sick to your stomach…
Gods. Cats fighting.
Gods. Maintenance crews are working around our section today. One of them tapped our window as he passed, startling Faramir, who was napping there. The first thing Far saw was Shell. He lashed out at her. She struck back. A major fight erupted. Screams, hisses, claws out, angry yowls, chasing each other around the apartment … Continue reading Gods. Cats fighting.
Overwhelmingly Cute Faramir Pics
When Faramir was a kitten. He'll be six years old in May. Faramir claiming his rightful place.
A Failure at 5 and 11
Fall, 1977. I was in 6th grade. And I was a failure. I've had a long-running fascination with art & music, from a very early age. Music runs in the family; my great-aunt (Dad's aunt, his mom's sister) was a Carmelite nun & the organist/choir-director for our church. When I say "organist", I'm talking one … Continue reading A Failure at 5 and 11
A small amusing thing
Some folks might remember I used to be a big fan of Journey. Used to. The BS with Cain's wife being an embezzling fraud busted for embezzling her former megachurch...and she's now Trump's "spiritual advisor" who claims "God" put Trump there ...(clamping tongue on rant)...and Cain and Valory have openly declared their support of the … Continue reading A small amusing thing
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