Okay, okay, “SLAVIC” Nut Rolls. Dad's side of my family hails from near the borders of the old Austrian-Hungarian Empire (what’s used to be Czechoslovakia), and they’ve always claimed to be “Czech”, though the recipe itself (along with all the other goodies that side of the family made at Christmas) is Hungarian. While the dough … Continue reading Hungarian/Czech Nutrolls
So while I was in college for my undergrad degree (Ohio University, in Athens OH), I worked summers at Kings' Island, the local "big" amusement park. Hours were long, the work tiring as hell, but I still enjoyed it -- I was assigned to a burger stand in the kid's section of the park, near … Continue reading The Day I Finally Grew a Vag
(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
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. 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.
When Faramir was a kitten. He'll be six years old in May. Faramir claiming his rightful place.
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
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
One of the problems of remembering abuse -- especially emotional abuse -- is that it's hard to remember specific incidents. It's all "normal". It all mushes together into a mashed-up, rotting heap of shit and piss in your head. You grow up in that atmosphere, and that's the only world you know. It's the only … Continue reading The Mental Outhouse Pit
These will be jumping around in time a lot. I'll write them up as I remember them, or come across the letters/diary entries/etc. This one got triggered by a Reddit question: "what is the dumbest thing you ever got in trouble for?"So I sat there, reading through the responses, then my own memory hit -- … Continue reading The Catholic High School Bullshit Blues