This blog is a Monument to the City of Reading, my home away from home since I was a young child. When I was 24 it became my home in reality for two years; I was made a ward of the state there. I fell in love with a man name David in a very … Continue reading Monument; Last Post →

That's how I was treated here. Well, no, I was treated with love. People were KIND to me. I drove around in my gross little car that NEVER got cleaned and NEVER got its oil changed, and went from diner to diner getting breakfast and coffee at all times of the day, leaving a 50 … Continue reading Like Shit →

please understand my frame of mind when I wrote my last post, in case it comes to light. Pat is a lovely woman, literally, I loved this woman when I lived here decades ago. She got older, my mother got older, I got older. No matter what you love your mother. Pat really does have … Continue reading okay okay →

there's a new person in town. Showdown, Thursday, Thanksgiving. T's abt my mother Judith, also a Queen. The "neighbors" (NOT the Biblical definition), who thought she needed to be put in her place, have brought on all this chaos. The AUDACITY of these people. A "house-flipper" got in across the lane into the house in … Continue reading Lynne HELEN, vigilante →

and my father is the 3 Trillion Dollar Man

I'm a Queen. Die, You Dogs.

I was laying down at 5, after an all nighter, for a few minutes, a half hour, and I remember the feeling of a horrible exposure, a soul in the worst peril, at the end my son helped me and explained to me and helped me to put it together. It was a combination of … Continue reading What Happened on the Pagoda Unit at Haven Hospital, Reading, dear Friends →

Saw an angel the other day, For real. It was strange. It didn't have anything to say. It wasn't male or female; I knew that it was an angel. It was as if it was just there so that I would know that it was there and that it was an angel. Signifying the presence … Continue reading Angels →

The most painful thing I ever had to do was to pull out my living self when my son was born. When my husband and I were first getting involved, he described me as being in an "altered state"--after the overdose, after the state hospital. I had one foot in the grave--that would be an … Continue reading pulling it out →

I was just thrown off another blog site I went to. for a while. I was being too open. So, I'm back for awhile. If I'm welcome.But I don't take a hint easily. I need a shark kick in the ass and I scream before I push off. Its better now. It really was the … Continue reading Thrown out →