fight

my mother and father are in their early eighties. my brother's suicide has been too much for them. I was baptised into the Catholic Church yesterday. It was a beautiful private ceremony. Of course they were not invited. They are atheists. Unfortunately, my father closely guards the Catholic baptism of his youth. It is one … Continue reading fight →

Asking my ex-Husband to ask me to marry him

I emailed him on my cell phone for hours. It is a precision craft postung to my blog or emailing my ex or even textibg my son on this phone. Usually if its really mpoortant or deep i get the worst neck and back ache. Usually i rough it out and then go back and … Continue reading Asking my ex-Husband to ask me to marry him →

Mending Fences with Black America: revised and updatedx10; Apology Retracted

NOTE: I found in the past that speaking openly in this matter moved the conversation forward so i do not remove this post even though i hesitate to leave it here. When i wrote to the Times about reverse prejudice in South Flirida, there was a plethora of commentary about the Black mans low self … Continue reading Mending Fences with Black America: revised and updatedx10; Apology Retracted →

Jury Duty

After a day that was salvaged from a bad start to a lofty place, i am beached on a rocky shore with no help in sight. I got to the place where my mother had to give it over to my ex to let us be but then that clarity failed through my roommate usurping … Continue reading Jury Duty →

Attitudes and Personalities

Well so far im fouling out on the separate smoke breaks. I keep uncontrollably craving one at the regular smoke brrak times. At 4 i almost got caught on the way in by big J, although i had higher ground while i was smoking i had to cross near the smoking area to get rid … Continue reading Attitudes and Personalities →

Desultory Ending

Well i have to follow up to be honest. I aced the smoking porch at 9 a.m., having been primed since 6 a.m. i took no guff and walked out of there to rhe sound of church bells ringing. It was clear that i had to be there and thats why i had to miss … Continue reading Desultory Ending →

Brawl on the smoking porch

They were all on me. I was about to call 911. Maybe i should have. Miss J (i promised not to use names) swore she didnt kniw what i was talking about when i called her on holding back the lighter shortly after i got here "Abby got burned," big J said, and i told … Continue reading Brawl on the smoking porch →