My house isn’t filthy. It’s not as if you walk over messes to get anywhere. It can look company presentable quickly. But I was used to my house being “the court showplace.” Just when I was beginning to feel really good about myself came the culture of: If you keep anything on your kitchen counters aside from a Nespresso and… View Post
In the year 2017, I had more MRI’s, CTscans, X-rays than in the rest of my life combined. They were all clear. That should make me feel good. Yet it doesn’t as no doctor has been able to pinpoint what is wrong. I have been searching for answers for over four years. Remember the old chestnut?: “How are you?” “Do… View Post
Ten years ago, sometime in June, I learned something that changed my life forever. At 56, really a month from 57, I first heard about nonverbal learning disorder (NLD), realized that I had it, and had myself diagnosed. The psychiatrist that diagnosed me had known me for 20 years. He was known for his abilities to diagnosis, pick the “right”… View Post
My mother was the only person who understood what it felt for me to be adopted. I never struggled with hate or disdain or dislike for my adoptive parents. They were my parents. Period. But I felt that it was my right to find my birth parents. Period. Because there were things I did struggle with: when I was a… View Post
I believed in one thing, and one thing above all, most of my life. I believed in karma. I thought that if you treated people well, and asked for nothing in return, you would end up with a lot. Oh, magical thinking, I should have known better. I was gifted much in life. There is so much I have to… View Post