My Color Sympatico

I was a closet racist but I am not any more. I love our new world of every color. before, I just didn't know. I was in a pretty funky condition when they found me out 8n the woods. after that everything is a blur. Even today. This is what preoccupied me in the woods. … Continue reading My Color Sympatico →

prostitute

my father always made me feel like a prostitute. I recently joind the METOO movement for that and other reasons even today he comes looking for favors, he did it to me last night. In my head, when I was laying down in bed. It terrifies me to think that he would approach me physically … Continue reading prostitute →

MH World updated

I hate writing about this subject. it used to involve expressions (by me) like "fantastically multiplied irony"-- like Pavlov's dog feels after Pavlov keeps it chained to a pad that gives out electric shocks. After a period of time, the dog stops struggling and, when Pavlov unchains him he continues to just sit there taking … Continue reading MH World updated →

ANGELS

I was wondering whether the Angels, Prophets, and Saints are all aliens!!! Sent to guard and encourage us. I don't know how the Church would feel about that, but this tri-fold alien encounter suggests to me that we are coming upon a convergence of, for one thing, Science and the Church; and, for another thing, … Continue reading ANGELS →

Judith and Bernard

...we're never a happy couple and my returning from California to bear my son was a nadir for them. They provided us with curtains and bottles and the loan of a bassinet; my living Grandfather in England sent money for a changing table: and my mother provided her blessed presence for a little while. then … Continue reading Judith and Bernard →

segue; 2; pics

My son's beautiful, strong spirit A Corrections Officer helped me on the Tower Unit and helped me with all the crap in my head. my son had a horrible eye injury. Get it, "eye" mack? He was like the botch alien in one of my posts, the feline one. I couldn't see him when he … Continue reading segue; 2; pics →

the Claw

I also remember feeling like I was being dragged down the halls and I was choking on something, trying to say get this out of my mouth, I cant breathe. It was on the Pagoda Unit, after the Claw thing. I am hearing from my sources that all of this was in my mother's will. … Continue reading the Claw →

my son

my son has a brilliant education. He only has a year and a half of college. I am not allowed to name the schools he attended as he would prefer to keep that private, but he attended two excellent private schools in Florida (he had to quit one because of the eye injury for reasons … Continue reading my son →

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 →

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 →