Here Done Now

I said that to myself last week about what I wanted and needed and here it is today and I have it: "here, done now;" after decades of peregrinating in self-psychoanalysys. At the heart of it this is what I see: my father wearing feminine menstrual protection pads for his urinary leakage to parties because … Continue reading Here Done Now →

Fearfully and wonderfully made

Abortion stinks. Its the worst thing. The Lord tells us we are "fearfully and wonderfully made." (Psalm 139:14--1.) My mother didnt respect this. She blamed me for her ectopic pregnancy when I was 5 years old. Or, that was what it felt like. She went to the hospital for it on my 5th birthday, and … Continue reading Fearfully and wonderfully made →