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 →

Safe

I am stuck here in a rant about my up n coming book, pending a years wait to organize my ideas and figured out how you write a novel. That would be after I get out on my own. Saw the movie about Mark Zuckerberg and Facebook last night, from 2010; was absolutely flabbergasted. Issues … Continue reading Safe →

Coffee

I mentioned in my last post about driving the PA roadways, back in the 80's in my Dodge Colt, drinking 10 large coffees and smoking "endless cigarettes." Well, there was a history to that. I remember drinking a couple of cups of coffee at the senior coffee house at boarding school, and totally freaking out … Continue reading Coffee →

Eyes

Horrible eye injury My son, Tampa Bay Area, 2009, I took off for England against my will with a briefcase style safe full of my meds and without a shower. My husband threatened me with the dread word "Canada,"--if I didn't go to England to help us emigrate there (I possesses U.K. as well as … Continue reading Eyes →

My book

My book--i don't know if it is an autobiographical novel or just plain autobiograohy--is hung up on 6 slices of pizza left in the fridge in a Holiday Inn near a waterpark bearby. I also dont know if its my book that's held up or just my life, but here i am m to post … Continue reading My book →

Writing my way out of my blog

With my baptism on Satuday comes a restoration of old faith and, unbelievably, faith enough to declare my old vocation, which is to write.I never really stopped but for a while i couldnt even write a check. Because of the medication I was taking, Tegretol, the sound and feel of the pen touching the paper … Continue reading Writing my way out of my blog →

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 →

Wow

Big things are in the pipeline. This morning I made up with the patient B. whom i mentioned in another post: he had a bad fall over the weekend so it was timely. I had forgiven him and repented if a bad attitude towards his clumsiness borne out if resentment. Thank God. On the way … Continue reading Wow →