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1993: I sat across from my psychiatrist. She never wore the same shoes twice. She asked me a lot of questions about my childhood. She asked me if I’d ever thought of harming my son in any way. I was horrified by the thought of hurting my baby boy. It had never occurred to me. [...]
' January 1st, 2010 at 12:11am 9 comments
In the months following my discharge from the psychiatric hospital I became fixated on food. Not on eating food, but on researching prices until I’d found incredible deals, buying frequently used items such as flour, yeast, oil, dried beans, rice, etc. in bulk and learning how to store them correctly, and taking advantage of some [...]
' December 16th, 2009 at 10:01pm 7 comments
My mom got a goat, and I spent a glorious day over there last Thursday preparing her chicken coop for winter. I may or may not have stopped numerous times to cuddle said goat. Just between you and me, I think this goat loves me best of all.
I have tried and tried to finish the [...]
' November 18th, 2009 at 01:23pm 8 comments
I sit amongst tended gardens
long black silk dress draped just so
as I look over my shoulder
at the climbing clematis
the candied roses
all in bloom for me
my house stands strong
creeping ivy
covering the stones
the moat has been removed so
that no one can ever
enter my rooms
are full and empty
at my discretion
in one lives an aunt Jemima /Pillsbury doughboy
cookie jar [...]
' October 28th, 2009 at 11:19pm 14 comments
Last week I found out that one of my former coworkers had committed suicide. I went through this whole range of emotions. He was only 25. I had been planning on calling him to wish him a Happy Birthday as it’s just days away, but that day will pass and 25 he shall remain forever.
I [...]