An Iota Against a Motherlode

I've said so many nasty things about my father in my blog-life. It's like the dirty jokes because of the undiagnosed organic personality disorder and the deep stress I was under and the pain that I was in. I understand now that he was helping to raise both my son AND me and I just … Continue reading An Iota Against a Motherlode →

Reunion

Its over. I didn't go. Im as sorry as anything. Even God is mad at me. He say i could have asked him to change His mind. He told me the better choice was not to go. We even had a rehearsal about this over an entirely different, much smaller question. Whether to take a … Continue reading Reunion →