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... )

Grandpa's 95th birthday parties were Friday in Seattle. There was one just after lunch at the seniors' group home where he lives with five others, and one later that night at my cousin's husband's restaurant, El Greco in Capital Hill. Photos and more about the party, maybe, in another post. This one's about something else ( Read more... )

I made a remark in my last post about being unable to leave a particular building at UCLA when I was 14 or so. Leafshimmer asks about it, so ( Read more... )