my name is Lynne Murphy, not Abby Hill. Abby Hill is the nickname I used for anonymity in writing "Every Cloud" and "California, a Pro-Life Novel." And for blogging. ESPECIALLY for sending out "California..." to the 10 top Pro-Choice Advocates in this country a couple of years ago, with a letter. Then I went into … Continue reading →

the root of the evil

at the heart of our present trouble is my mother's slightly suspicious death in February of 2020. I reported my father for it but I dropped that because, as far as I am concerned, any shenanigans that may have been concerned were between the two of them. Recently it occurred to me that my sister … Continue reading the root of the evil →

my mama

my mother was like a mama alien. I loved her with all my heart. there was such a sorrow to it. because for all practical purposes she died to me when she went to the hospital for the ectopic pregnancy on the day of my 5th birthday. I remember the loneliness I felt standing on … Continue reading my mama →

Sister sister sister sister sister

the situation with my sister is lifelong but the recent epoch started when my father started enciuraging me --as an adult--to take cues from her and shortly afterward the image came to my mind of her in a prowling, feline, half- dressed stance, on a bed-- that just made me want to run. how that … Continue reading Sister sister sister sister sister →

Danger

I've been ill. my legs were shaking so badly that I could barely walk, and my insides were all squishy and it hurt to bend over. I was terrified that it would only get worse and that I wouldn't be able to drive. now, I am on the mend in the most mysterious way,. turns … Continue reading Danger →

sister

i wrote in my last post of fearing that something bad had come upon my sister, I know right away what my father is gong to say about that: that It showed that I actually wanted something like that to come upon her, which was not the case. I was very busy with the project … Continue reading sister →

Cromagnon woman

I asked people to call me that on the Tower Unit where they brought me after I was in the woods. Because people were making remarks about my looks. then I had this weird vision while I was lying in bed, it looked like how Christopher Reeves must have looked to himself if he looked … Continue reading Cromagnon woman →

Nativity

the it, the bit and the byte: see my old post. Mmmmmm standing guard 8 standing guard making it like crickets, my sexual disability made it a holy union in the alien milieu Are God and Jesus aliens? the answer is NO! Jesus is fully God and full man according to the RCC. Aliens are … Continue reading Nativity →

Fugue: my father, me, n my sister

cccv me on horseback once upon a time. Claire was a serious rider. THE END. While I was touching up THE END of my career as a "Performance Artist of the Psych Ward," Claire was proving through her Ph,D. In (?) Archaeology? We haven't talked much for a long time but this time we did … Continue reading Fugue: my father, me, n my sister →

aliens can be fragile containers too

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