about Arab terrorists

there is the one I call “snowflake”—the original—the worst. because of how cold they are—how clean, how perfect, how enticing to an impressionable mind who has had enough of the sinful nature in American society. There are three religions who go to Yahweh: Jews, Muslims, and Christians; and Christians will always win in the end … Continue reading about Arab terrorists →

Always Remember

Sometimes it doesn't seem like it but, God is love. God cares. God has a plan.

Letter to my son

I am sensing in your mood that you are hearing some bad things from people who knew me at Kent and Harvard and other times. I am very sorry for this. Sorry that people are telling you and sorry that those things happened. There were a lot of people taking advantage of me and leading me down wrong paths and … Continue reading Letter to my son →

A Saint

A felon who helped people at Haven Hospital in Reading, i have heard, is now a Saint. Her name was Lori. I called her a Saint and several others also. It was that deep there. I am not crying, I am mortally ashamed. Because she personally loved me back to life after the epiphany I … Continue reading A Saint →

story of a family in crayon pictures

Alex as a youth Ian in recovery Ian involved in alien4 alien5 combat at an early age. That's my guess. Alien4 weilds lightening sabres and alien5, spears of gold. Together they do the Lord's work. Alex changed from supercool engineering work into information sciences. It paid better and I think he really loves it, actually … Continue reading story of a family in crayon pictures →

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 →

Love

I have a saying that I got through my psychotherapy in Florida; I don't know whether he said it to me, well, as I understand things now I do know that therapists and others do talk to us in our heads. He said to me, "Love is not a game or a joke." I said … Continue reading Love →

Smoking

So, in late 1989, I was sitting in my mothers garage in the old house across the way here. It was filled wirh filth, overflowing with garbage. Dead flies, oil and gas fumes. A dead rat and a dead bird in the refrigerator along with some ginger ale. I was a fixture there. I wasnt … Continue reading Smoking →

Terror

With my mother and me terror is always a factor. I am looking--in my mind--at the video footage of my son that i described in my last post--sick and disoriented. And it strikes me as a reflection of reacting with a sexually damaged Mom. That my mother just fostered our actual telatuonshio. But NO! My … Continue reading Terror →

Disconnect; 2

Moving forward in leaps and bounds. Now, the first major disconnect. I was in the Oxton area (It's a up name, I can't use any real names here) of Massachusetts having graduated from Hutton College. I had run myself out of a job and a boyfriend. I had fallen into a relationship with a roommate. … Continue reading Disconnect; 2 →