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Add Thomas Edison and Alexander Graham Bell to the list of Saints, in their case, saints of modern technology. I used to disdain the refrigerator and the shower as modern day luxuries unwarranted. Ha ha! They didn’t used to shower in Europe as we do in America and they didn’t always have refrigerators. I am…
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all my old friends from Harvard-Radcliffe College went on to high places. I spent two years in and out of a state hospital and moved into a countercultural MO. Alex and I used to talk about moving off the grid to a place in the desert. I was fed up with society. but we made…
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I used to say that I would trust a Black man over a white man. That was a long time ago. but it remains to my mind among my formative experiences to remember the black man, Forrest and his wife, Brenda who helped us in Germantown Maryland when all hope was lost. They cared for…
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I have been treated so well here. which means my father would probably step in to try to cause trouble for them. Anyone who helps me falls on their face and thinks I did it to them. Generally all I can do is walk away. not this time. that goes for my new psych provider…
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I so blamed my father down all these years for holding me off of the first pro-Life letter I wrote to the st. Petersburg Times, “What is Abortion?” it began, “God writes…” and analyzed the nature of abortion and ended that it should be used for a medical reason only. then, for various reasons I…
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“Comparisons are odious.” In a letter to the Times in St. Petersburg in 2008 I made a comparison between Black suffering in the wake of slavery being like the woe to a fetus slated for abortion: as I was desperate trying to explain to Obama why I couldn’t vote for him–even for the first Black…
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old woes in Black world in Florida just came up to bite me here in PA, an encounter on the smoking deck. Probably a Sally or Claire afficionado. key refreshed. it is a Black run establishment. Black race issues in this area are so tame compared to what they were in Florida. But Blacks here…
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Prolapsed uterus and prolapsed bladder…not to mention 2 decades of serious GI woes, an arsenal of laxative products, hours on the toilet. In the middle of the night sometimes. Liquid diarrhea. my GI is all fd up. loud gas. Excruciating pain in the perineum with the least hint of sexual arousal. those parts are dead…
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before I put this blogging to bed for the night, the Lord has somewhat collapsed this ancient old protruding belly that has taxed my walk since the nineties. People always thought I was pregnant. No, sorry, prolapsed uterus and bladder! at the age of 64 it is so embarrassing. it happened suddenly yesterday, the belly…
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from what I came here to say. met with an obstruction on the way out to smoke–per my biological sister–and fell down a bit. Praying that its the last time I see her here in any way shape or form. it’s bad enough what she has already done. when she is here my father is…
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