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 →

O Canada!

my ex-husband is Canadian-born. But he grew up on a Canadian military base in Germany. Through marrying me and staying with me he gained Anerican citizenship. So he is a Canadian-American dual national, I was already an English- American dual national. My son is a Canadian-American dual national through his father and being born in … Continue reading O Canada! →

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 →

Putting in a good word for Kent School

while I was at the hospital in Reading on the Tower Unit, the Kent Girl's School was cheering me on. At least, this was what I had in my head that helped me survive. in 2017 (?), my son went to jail. It was very unfair. a girlfriend had taken advantage of him. This is … Continue reading Putting in a good word for Kent School →

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

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 →