Cigarette

Freshman Year, Kent School, Kent, Connecticut, 1975. Praying for St. Maximilllion Kolbe to go there, to the road behind the dorm i lived in, where I was rooming with a Black girl from Harlrm, a scholarship student, who had a pack of cigarettes. Praying for him to take those cigarettes out of my mouth and … Continue reading Cigarette →

Roommate woes: now it’s serious

She has been on the phone for 3 DAYS STRAIGHT. I put my hands over my ears and fled the room. I complained to my caseworker but there's nothing she can do except mention it to her caseworker, who doesn't like me particularly, so she won't even embarrass her. Everything else is on the back … Continue reading Roommate woes: now it’s serious →

Roommate Woes–updated

I tried to get the day alone because partial hospital program was so hard yesterday and my neck and back and who knows what else were spasming last night and I woke up with bad pain. Well at least they are going to get me to the doctor as of this morning's report. So i … Continue reading Roommate Woes–updated →

Roommate

My roommates sister came with half a dozen shiney clear plastic hangers, half a dozen shiny clear plastic hangers with metal clips, and a dozen heavy duty wire hangers. They were pleasantly clanging and clashing together as she fumbled with them getting them into her wardrobe. I could not judge for sure but she did … Continue reading Roommate →

Sick Today

Doing penance for going off on my roommate yesterday (In my mind, but i can tell she felt it) over her getting on the phone when i was desperate to pray. I talked about it in my last post. I woke up in a BAD way this morning and finally understood that that was where … Continue reading Sick Today →

Desperation

I resorted to calling my mother and arranging a visit during the week. I was quietly and rudely frozen out of the smoke porch at 6 and then faced my roommate, who is on Haldol, and intrusively complains. She stays up all night. Last night the light was on all night and i got no … Continue reading Desperation →

Sunday morning

My guiding voices, in this case my son's, tell me not to go to Church this morning. I have LEARNED to follow these voices, following the example of St. Faustina and her 'internal promptjngs.' They're not 'voices' just a single word like 'no', or 'do' or 'do not.' Its odd but its been going on … Continue reading Sunday morning →