Before I go too far, let me preface this. Unlike some of my articles that have been extensively researched, this one is primarily based on my personal experience and theories. Baby me I started out this world in 1966 in the home of two brand new parents. I confused them from the beginning. Immediately, I... Continue Reading →
Managing My Ehlers-Danlos with Cannabis I have made no secret of the fact that I endure a considerable amount of pain in relation to my Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and the subsequent antibiotic injury. How do I manage my Ehlers-Danlos? That was a question, posed as a prompt for day six of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Awareness month. Day... Continue Reading →
I've written a little about my background with other dogs before mine, and then how Athena Brooke came to be at my side, so you may want to catch up before proceeding. When I met Athena If you do want to catch up,, here's that story: A Woman's Best Friends Athena only days old Today,... Continue Reading →
Screaming Secrets The wronged shrieked from their fingertips, silenced no longer, Empowered by consent, Enraged from words not welcomed to say, stuffed inside, eating the polite curtains away like acid until the screams always silent Screeched their way through the internet in a digital riot Igniting memories long... Continue Reading →
It's been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with the month of celebration has changed over the years. From the outside, I appear as a cishet (cis: living as the sex my body was born (female), het: heterosexual) woman who is an active member of... Continue Reading →
For over half a century of my life, I had been sexually attractive to someone. I just wanted that part to stop. I just wanted someone to see the daughter of God that I was, and not a piece of meat to use.
As many people whose families are in danger from this virus isolate, signs go up on their doors but life goes on Behind the signs signifying caution people at risk sheltering in place here, there live people. Humans with lives they aren't quite willing to sacrifice to a capitalistic god called the Dow. People who... Continue Reading →
When I entered the family history center that stormy April afternoon, I had one thing on my mind; I had never seen a photo of my father’s father. I was 46 and I had never seen my grandfather’s face. I typed his name into the search bar on the site, Newspapers.com, “George R. Slighte,” the results came back instantly.
Wow! I had to look back at the last time I had posted a blog here, I thought I had been writing much more often. Well, I have been writing, I've just not been posting it on here. my Odyssey profile I am so sorry for not keeping you, my readers, updated on my writing... Continue Reading →