Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Saturday, November 13, 2021


She looks innocent, even rather sweet, doesn't she? My mother, Kathleen Marie, died last year peacefully in her sleep. Kathleen had a personality disorder, sociopathy. She was anything but innocent and sweet. At the end I had finally cut off contact with her eight months prior to her death, although I had my husband call her daily because she had two dogs and a cat and I didn't want them left in the house for a prolonged period if she died. My only sibling, a younger brother, left the family 27 years prior, in the end I realize he did the right thing. Society doesn't accept a child "turning" on a parent, so even I saw it as wrongful for a longtime. It was not, it is the only way to help yourself, they don't care, they can't change. 

After 68 years of her in my life I will never have her out of my head, but I do have her out of my life. This is a very good thing. What I would like to say is, if someone tells you a parent, a sibling or a partner has a personality disorder please listen. You know it exists, we have watched Donald Trump in living color.


Friday, November 12, 2021

Hello, It's Me

 It's been seven years since I last was here. Seven years, that's a long time and a lot has happened. One of those things is this crazy little monster literally knocked on my kitchen door as a very small kitten two years ago and moved herself in. Her name is Frieda and she is unusual to say the least. She is also greatly loved.

This girl came to live with us in May 2020

Along with this girl. My mother died that May, these were her dogs, Keetah, top, and Emma. Emma died last November just shy of 17.

Seven years is a long time. The past couple of years have been a real long time. I felt a need to come here, perhaps it's a longing for bygone times during a time of isolation, remembering life before. Perhaps it's boredom. Here I am, anyway. Maybe I'll return tomorrow. Maybe someone is still out there. Maybe not.