Keep running when you question.

Questions about long-held beliefs can lead to fear. The path to the other side is to move through, and not around the questioning of your heart. My own questions came early. I came to a relationship with Jesus Christ in a wonderful church in the middle of a[…]

Another hot, muggy day in the City of Angels; smog so thick my eyes burned. I wiped away another streak of black eyeliner, catching it as it ran down towards my cheek, and I kept walking, keeping time with the jingle bells that hung from the end of[…]

Spare change

A simple choice, really. Walk to the bottom of the hill, cross the street, and stick out my thumb to hitch south to Hermosa Beach, or keep trudging down the hill with my arm out towards the street, my thumb hooked forward, hoping some poor soul would be[…]

  (The following took place about 8 years before my brother’s suicide. I was fifteen years old, and my boyfriend, who would soon become my first husband, was twenty. He introduced me to gang bangers, prostitutes, car thieves, and a pimp named Slim. I quickly lost my innocence).[…]

I received news from a friend recently. After reading my post titled, “Rehoming Annie,” she was under the impression that the breeding home where I bought her was at fault. As I re-read my post, I could totally see how someone could reach that conclusion. I want to[…]

It’s been awhile since I have been able to write a post. I had surgery two months ago and was laid up and in pain. I wasn’t motivated to sit at a desk and write. I apologize for the gap. A major life event happened after running from[…]

Man raping woman.

I had fled the confines of Norwalk State Hospital and planted a mattress on the floor in the spare room of my parents’ apartment, a fresh start of sorts. I determined to get my act together and make it all work for me and my sweet little boy.[…]

Hiding from Michael the Archangel, but mental illness would find me.

I had finally gotten away from Michael the Archangel (See prior post). Once the taxi dropped me off at my new friend Skip’s apartment and he got over the shock that I actually showed up, he helped us get settled in. I sat on his couch shaking like[…]

My eldest son, Bruce, was now aware that I would need brain surgery in order to save my own life. There was something powerful about taking matters into my own hands after a neurosurgeon told me there was no hope, but I knew that without God’s help, I[…]

If you have visited me before, you notice a big change! I am redecorating.  You may notice that this theme is decidedly feminine. Just so you know…I do not decorate like this anywhere in my home. The photo above is me with my first dog, Annie,  at our[…]