Falling Out of Your Class in America; Part 2

I came here last night to post about something specific and then I lost it and forgot that I lost it. That is pretty endemic to this situation. Which is insanely complex. Hence the "Holy Mary, Queen of Stages" prayer. "Mother Mary, please continue to hold me and dovetail times and places broadly and minutely … Continue reading Falling Out of Your Class in America; Part 2 →

Old book projects d/c’d

"Every Cloud," a book project that had me for so long, i have discontinued, set aside, abandoned, after this mention i will never again bring it to mind. It led to a serious suicide attrmpt and a bankruptcy. Since then, my brother effectively commited suicide. The book project kept me alive in the most visceral … Continue reading Old book projects d/c’d →

My ex husband a social revolutionary

"Every Cloud..." went to the production team a few days ago. The interior is complete, i am still gathering together the materials for the cover. I put in a line on the back cover about being married to a social revolutionary. I think i took it out when i made a preliminary attempt to shorten … Continue reading My ex husband a social revolutionary →

Ill today

I woke up in the middle of the night and something snapped in this frantic, fragile place that is "me." I sat up thinking my equilibrium had failed. I tried standing up and almost lost my balance. Instantly i thought, appointment today, cant drive. Also had to 1 take a shower 2 clean this place … Continue reading Ill today →

Absent

Its Thursday, ive been awzy since Sunday. Since that time, an embarrassment if RICHES. 1) i got medicaid, so i can get dental work and the probkem if the civerage gao fir nedicatiob us solved. 2) my mother plunked down the 2200$$ for a bankrupcty lawyer--i can handle the rest; God bless her eternally for … Continue reading Absent →

My horrible book

Tremendous value in getting "pissed off" like that. (See the post by that name). First, the X-ville reconciliation I described in my last post, and now i have come to terms with my son and my horrible book. Which brings me to the end of figuring my suicide attempt. I self-published a book made up … Continue reading My horrible book →