Iain!

I am seeing this! What you were going through in that horrible agony of childbirth and in the first moment and hour of your birth and in the horrifying aftermath of the first night of your life, the following few days, and the first few months. Which I never forgot. This will be short. And … Continue reading Iain! →

The Manhattan Project

First of all, my death sentence ("there will be no reprieve") is way died down.I wrote about it my post the other day ("Lawsuit Against Johns Hopkins"). I said it was per God. I realized today that it was per my father, who I thought was "God" per an incident that I can't go into … Continue reading The Manhattan Project →

Johns Hopkins Lawsuit

I see that it is not about me. Well, the Lord gave it to me. It was to teach me about matters of life and death. The malpractice was not so much against me as against the rest of my family. (This is about a stay at the Johns Hopkins Hospital Affective Disorders Unit in … Continue reading Johns Hopkins Lawsuit →

The Spearhead

I have been the spearhead. There have been so many others like me. For instance, Sally. My second friend at Harvard. Colleen was the first. Anita was the third. But I have to admit that Sally was the most important. Then, we had a terrible falling out over the Advocate. I became "President of the … Continue reading The Spearhead →

About Me Today

I went blind today. My son got hit by a dart in the eye in Seminole about 2008. It was the worst day in my life. I was in England. After a horrible flight. I had to wait a day before I could even get on a flight home and he had to wait until … Continue reading About Me Today →

A Dream For My son, Iain Hart

A ballet studio in Harlem. A candy story. A dress shop. A hair shop. In Harlem and South Philly. For the girls. For the young men, Rehabs. And Scholarships for the gifted, Machine shops. In Harlem and South Philly. A toy store. An auto mechanic shop.

An Abortion Allegory

Grumpy Beast the Heffalump [from Winnie the Pooh by A. A. Milne] went to work in the morning wearing a gray suit. Mrs. Grumpy Beast sat on a bump and cried. "Oh, Grumpy Beast, Grumpy Beast, don't leave me all alone. I have no job to go to." Liam the little baby Heffalump cried too, … Continue reading An Abortion Allegory →

Apology

I heard in my head last night that a genealogical search would show that I was not Jewish. That led me to feel so lost. I said to myself, and to my son in a text, "I got really pompous over thinking that I was a Jew but I'm suddenly realizing that maybe I'm not." … Continue reading Apology →

The Death Penalty

I go against the death penalty.Last week I was saved. I go against the death penalty I had against myself for a silly, faulty suicide attempt I made when I was 21--just a little girl in my mind. For that, I stayed suicidal ALL MY LIFE. I blocked it out of my mind when I … Continue reading The Death Penalty →

MY JOURNEY HOME

I am at home for the first time since I was 14 years old. I had a baby by my father when I was 13. I was forced to abort him. His name was Arthur Ambrose. I was sent away to a boarding school and blocked it all out. I had a roommate; I won't … Continue reading MY JOURNEY HOME →