I am here again, on lock down of my own making. Wanting the isolation while longing for company. I feel unsure, unsteady, and oh, so tired. The dialogue inside my head has slowed, and the gist of it is dire, down and miserable. I hate myself like this, and that adds to my misery because […]Read Post ›
Out of the Storm.
Rough Day at the Ranch
it’s really late again. Each night I seem to stay up later, always listening to hear if Dad gets up in the night. I don’t want him to leave or anything. I went ahead last year and purchased an alarm system, thinking I could set it at night, and it would alert me if he […]Read Post ›
“I am more beautiful than these strange, stinky things Mummy”
I enjoy alliteration, as you can see in much of my writing. Using words that all start with the same letter: Misty mountain’s mystical majesty, alone, alive, above the silver sea… That is an excerpt of a poem I wrote in 7th grade. It was lost in the move from the northeast to Florida, an entire […]Read Post ›
Continued from post of 2/6/14 After a month or so of this relative calm and sobriety on my part, the demons could no longer be kept at bay. I began “partying” again, and the feelings of self-loathing continued. memories of molestation as a child, verbal abuse in the home, being raped while in a drunken […]Read Post ›
” Breaker’s Tony “ This is the name our whole town knows my father by, a name derived from the “billiard parlor” dad and my brother used to own. He was a younger man then (he’s 86 now), and the local high school kid, serious players, and young ladies […]Read Post ›
