A paradigm shift. From Boston/Manhattan to Buffalo; 1982 to 1993. Englamerica to Canenglamerica. In 1978 I applied to Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Brown, Colgate, and a few other top Colleges. Yale had the sense to wait list me, after two questionable interviews. I got in everwhere else, on the strength of a phenomenal personal essay about … Continue reading It all happened so fast
Dear Sister M., Through my interactions with you, including finally the baptism, i am healing if tbe bizarre sexual condition that plagued me all my life. More on this later. 2 minutes later: The bizarre mental OCD that started eith imoroperly taking the Tegretil and Haldol in 1987 is clearing. Tbis is incredible. My current … Continue reading Another message: brief
I never thought it could happen. Along with everything else going down today, the process of the abortion(s) has struck its final note. I was driving home from late morning bloodwork, listening to Christian radio--thanking God that i got out of bed--and suddrnly i saw the road stretching out ahead of me and i was … Continue reading Coming soon; “California, a Pro-Life Novel”
My ex is back in the picture. He helped me with cash to continue to pursue my book publishing, it was delayed at the last moment by an inexcusable typo in the cover text, it was awful to have to resubmit the whole thing, i could have let the 4 interior typos go; but sending … Continue reading Good News!
Medjugorge, I hope I have spelled it right, is the site of apparitions of the Virgin Mary giving messages to the world since around 1981. I'll let my reader look it up for themselves, millions are following this. I discovered it upon going to the ER for psych intervention last Friday night. God willing, I … Continue reading Medjugorge
This blog is a good place to come to for grounding. When the shit is getting too thick and i cant see in front of me, I make time to come here and the ground opens up in front of me. What a day. It was a struggle to get out of bed, but once … Continue reading Grounding
My mother fell on the 3 step stone stairway up to the atrium last night. She was coming to the cottage, where i was, to turn off the oil burning stove for the springtime. I helped her of course. But it triggered nasty memories that left me in an unpleasant frame of mind. She was … Continue reading Fire under my butt