I was going crazy again. I can’t remember, but I think that this was after my stay in the mental hospital. It was okay though; I knew I was going crazy. That made me less crazy somehow. The drinking was not helping. Steve and the kids were not home. I’m not sure where they were. Not even sure if this was all in my head. The house was quiet, and I was upstairs in bed. No, I came to, upstairs…..
“You need only claim the event of your life to make yourself yours. When you truly possess all you have been and done, which may take some time, you are fierce with reality” Florida Scott-Maxwell There was the time when I had just started getting used to working. I was newly hired at the Social Services office as a clerk. The mode of transportation to and from work was the city buses. Bus stops were not always safe…..
How did I come to write my memoir? I am asked this question all the time, lately. I usually say something like, “Well, I had people tell me that I should write a book” or “I wanted a history of my life for my children.” When I was in the beginning of writing my book, my daughter Michaell told me something that stuck with me. She said: “You were always telling us, as kids, what not to do. You never…..
This Blog is a place to hang out and ponder thoughts. Some will be thoughts from my published Memoir, some from out takes that didn’t make it into the final book, like the story of the most beautiful bus stop in the world. More on that later.