I had a really interesting dream early this morning. We were in the Denver house. Me, my mother, and my father. I had told my mother that I was Done trying to find a way to live with her defective behaviour. She was alternately begging and pleading, sobbing, screaming and hollering, and threatening. The really interesting part was dad. He had my ( Read more... )

Sometime in the last three years, I had one of those dream(?) meetings with dad. I am sure I posted about it, or wrote an e-mail about it, but a thorough search of my journal and my e-mail archives for the last five years has proved fruitless. So, while I remember the pertinent details, it's going to be out of sequence, since I don't remember when ( Read more... )

I had some muscle aches yesterday, so I took a Tylenol with dinner. You'd think I would know better before now, but apparently not (but I certainly do now ( Read more... )