How do we make sense of a crazy world? How can we when there is so much pain? Some people say you have to hold on. I say be still and let go. When my Mom died I could not see how the world continued. People went to work, to school, and on vacation. Kids played, laughed and Government functioned. How could that be? Didn’t they know that my Mom was gone? I could not function so I expected…..
Journal Thoughts – June 2017 There’s something changing in me. Again. Still. It feels deep down in my core, as if every blood cell is being reengineered. As if my entire body is changing. I feel a bloodletting. Letting go again on a cellular level. Like a new skin, only inside. Maybe that is what it takes for this one. Letting go of family is hard. Someone who has been internal to my soul. A love so deep that the…..
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I loved my daddy. If you’ve read my Memoir, “Imagine Me,” you may be wondering about that statement. My daddy, like most humans had many failings. He was an alcoholic and while he was married to my mother, he lived around the corner with another woman. That, of course was not the whole story. When I think back to my memory of George Emanuel Jones Sr., I see the best instead of the worst. I remember how loud…..
Slowly I am moving back to my center.Back to the middle of the beam. It takes a lot to get back but it seems like it only takes a second to get off the beam. A harsh word from my husband followed up by a perceived attack from a co-worker then a slight from a relative. Add in the medication and the Devils Tic Tac’s (Prednisone) and I was so far off the beam that I could not even see…..
How do you know you’ve had a break with reality? I was losing the last bit of my identity. I was afraid but in some sick way I welcomed the break. Somehow I perceived rest was coming. I got up the nerve to tiptoe down the stairs, pausing on the middle of the stairway. There it was again. It sounded like tiny feet scurrying. I was not crazy, was I? I made my way to the couch in the…..
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.