This healinlg Christmas has brpught out a cleansinhg issue at the heart of our family's dress at ever relational level. Which is my sister;s rape of my son. I never kneww. I have learned recently. It is too sensitive a matter. to discuss freely but the gist of it needs to get out. because the … Continue reading incest issues →

My father and I had Christmas dinner together this afternoon. It was a lovely dinner, samon, red potatoes and mixed vexetables. with a small glass of white wine. There has been a problem since I was 17. That's 44 years. Kind'a like the Oprah Winfree character in th Color Purple. or the girl in the … Continue reading A Healing, Holy Christmas →

Believing that there may be "ALIENS' on this planet and on other planets or in space is not that crazy. it is actually pretty irrational to believe that wouldn't be. That out of all the stars and gasllllllaxies and universes, only this one produced life. It's actually pretty hhuman egoistic.

things moving towards a "new normal" I saw my sister encountering an alien early tthis morning. then denying it Who knows. It moves\d off of me, ttoday, that's all I know, It is now well into Christmas night and I am relazing into the first ever normal approach toward s the week moving into New … Continue reading Christmas Night →

you cant see as well as I can the shift since i went to bed last night. the alien is moving off today starting aboit an hour go. whsts next???!!!

My floor is my desk. I have been giving away my drawings as Christmas presents. The paper trails magically reconstitutes. It has done so across several moves. Unfortunately. They have gotten very grubby and my new printer is broken. waiting on the Lord.

I noticed my father standing up straight stock still after a certain point when the ME TOO scandal was reaching its higight and I wondered... It was similar with my husband and Al Quaida. I sensed he was in too deep. Other men joined. I sensed he was in too deep and I turned him … Continue reading Abt ME 2 →

Ironically: Could ity be because I do things like talk to my father inapproprriately about how this last bout of conspitation/dioarrhhea felt like I had a peanut in my rectum???? (or rather , anal sphincter as in uranus (oh god it is so bad when i looki back on my son's childhaood life and the … Continue reading Why do people hate me? →

First of all, you would have to be a Harvard Person to get what that is at all. And also a Harvard Advocate person. You would have to know me to kmnow what the f Iam talking about. The post was a silly retort to the Harvard Crimson for an article they put up in … Continue reading About the post in the Notes From 21 South Street in Fall of 1982 →