Monthly Archives: December 2014
A day to share with others, no matter what, and a day, like all days to be sure that all are forgiven! That’s what today is for me! — as 2014 draws to a close, I want all who have ever crossed my path to know that they are forgiven! –Anything that has ever been done to me, for whatever reason: all is forgiven! because “language matters” –language of what we say, don’t say! –language of how we hurt, heal, soothe; language of how we touch, how we interact, how we believe, how we praise, how we denounce, how we live, blame,
–I don’t want this day, this moment this season to end without my spreading forgiveness to all! –including (and especially Charles Jones: a reason for my spiraling): I forgive him for being the first man to get me pregnant; I forgive him for all of that; I forgive his brother Gregory, for introducing me to Charles, his older brother; I forgive them all. I forgive Blondell; I forgive Everest Tucker, I forgive Michelle [who I hope will also forgive me]; I forgive Dennis, a son who I hope will also forgve me, no matter how or why he became my son], I forgive LT Randle, I forgive Dothlyn Smith, (for intruding into my marriage), I forgive my ex-spouse [who remains special for many reasons, and permitted the intrusion of Ms. Smith into the marriage] –sorry if I didn’t mention you by name –but you are in fact forgiven!
–Without becoming a doormat, I still forgive so many, all –and I hold no grudge; All are absolved
–I carry into 2015 none of what has happened to me during my 60 years…
Don’t want another serving of anything like this…. Hate to be a bottom-feeder…. Such a sad and tragic meal….
Yummy! Throwback yummy!
Oh Christmas on Banda Aceh! What a Christmas feast! Devastation and forms of hope in the same meal! –“clean plate”, “clean slate” club!
Hardly Christmas spirit; hardly best way to enter a new year, but readiness hardly matters for whether or not we’re ready, enter it we will, still hungry for improvement no matter how elusive…. Fugitive feasts. Fugitive hungers.
Black-girl Power! –for every meal! –every snack! Whenever a mouth opens, feast on this!
Not yet completely ready to be consumed; half-full glass is on the table; I admit to being thirsty.
So very good to eat; a recipe for family
Our family flew to Dallas for U.S. Thanksgiving to visit my sister Leslie and brother-in-law Kyle who live there. Blake had never experienced Thanksgiving, American-style, and I was eager to return to my birth state (truth) and see how Dallas had changed since I was last there (in, um, 1991).
We prepped Bennett with a social story called My Trip to Dallas, that included pictures of all the places we might go and the things we might do. Our agenda didn’t include much beyond turkey and a Black Friday sale or two, but here are a few of the highlights.
1. Planetarium show
Kyle works at the Perot (as in Ross) Museum of Nature and Science where he does educational outreach and planetarium shows for school groups inside a portable Nomad Dome planetarium. We were treated to…
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Eat it all! I love dining on fairy tales! Eager for the menu! –will you have a take-out option?
My fairy tale now has a new tittle: “Once Upon A Sky-Blue Tine” (related to limited fork theory) and possibly a subtitle: “a nursing home survival guide” —since there are two old people [over 60] holed up in a hotel having wild and passionate sex –sounds like a fairy tale doesn’t it? –and the Dream Baby woman has MS –not the usual Hollywood stuff at all!