I don't know the Cherokee language or much about their history but I do know their motto: "Cherokee Nation will return will return will return will return will return... I don't remember much about what was going down here in the "cottage" before I went to the hospital a year and a half ago but … Continue reading Cher →

I don't now how many times I have set out to write about Ian and ended up talking about myself or something else related to my own interests. My theory is that a son's (or daughter's) interests depend on his or her mother's or father's. If these are not met then the child cannot be … Continue reading My son; 2 or 3 or 4 →

if I can find it👖😊 which I did!

I go to talk about him and then I forget. This is always the case, when he was tiny I constantly prompted myself to be aware of him because I was afraid I would just forget. Forget to feed him, forget to love him, forget to hold him. It was the organic personality disorder. I … Continue reading My son →

I just saw Mark Zuckerberg looking in here trying to figure out how to get in on this. I have no intention to involve Facebook. I just never got along with that site. I did find it curious--I watched the movie--about the name Mark and the "asshole" remark and something that happened to me in … Continue reading So →

The Lord made me a prisoner her because of my son's heroine addiction. I am being quite blunt and quite frank. Ian is asking me to. What these cats went through then? Between 2012, or 2013, and when he moved out about 4 years later? He was plain and simple an addict. I still can't … Continue reading Prisoner →

song I wrote on the piano when I was a young girl "Sneakers was a cat A very happy cat Until the others came along... She felt so invaded when these cats paraded Into the dome and peak of her happiness..." I dreamed and prayed (after my own fashion) desperately that the cats would all … Continue reading Captain Cat →

He is 2nd generation American. It is one of the things about him that I am most proud of. He respects life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. He balks out when things get dicey here in the ongoing conversation about my life between my ex and my father. They are key, a monolith, even, … Continue reading About Ian →

it's kind of difficult to figure out who is/was duping who in this crazy situation called our family. When my ex (sometimes known as Sandy, a man's name in Canada) met my mother his eyes locked with hers. I was furious with my mother. I didn't know what it was about except that it went … Continue reading Abt Dad (my ex) →