The days go by in a blur. The rain is beating against the roof, it’s comforting. Spring came quietly last week. I miss having my garden. Getting seeds in the mail, planning the different flowers, vegetables, and herbs I will grow for the season. But like everything else, my ex-husband hated my garden. Reminded me…

My peanut butter jar is just about empty. Peanut butter is one of those staples that will get you through any disaster I found. After being made homeless here numerous times, I have even lived on it for weeks at a time when I was unable to go to the store or walk. After my…

Dystopian“Information, independent thought, and freedom are restricted. A figurehead or concept is worshipped by the citizens of the society. Citizens are perceived to be under constant surveillance. Citizens have a fear of the outside world.”—http://www.readwritethink.org/files/resources/lesson_images/lesson926/DefinitionCharacteristics.pdf “There is no-bullying policy here,” she glared at me. I sat trying to explain what had just gone on with…

It’s a beautiful sunny day. Getting colder at night, but the days are still warm. We’re supposed to be getting a couple inches of snow here in Upstate NY later this week, but for now, it’s seasonably nice. I would love to be out taking photographs, but I haven’t been able to photograph around the…

“Your Mary Magdalene!” she screamed. “You’re trying to kill me!” We can no longer be roommates. I need a new one and with that Kathy was out the door and on her way to tell everyone that she wanted me out of the room. I could hear her in the hallway, by now a common…

Be the good girl, the good wife. Always be nice, be kind, explain, be a doormat—be a lady. Accidents happen, natural disasters happen, things happen, but this wasn’t one of those. This was all planned down to the smallest of details. Everyday part of the ongoing nightmare. Forcing myself to get up, knowing I have…

I finally had some time alone in the bathroom. It was hard to do, 15-minute checks were constant, 10 when you first arrived. I was often tired from being awake all night not use to the intrusive way strangers would come into the room and “check.” It was never the same people as at the…

now that so much of my art work was stolen. I want to get my iPhone art apps going again. I miss doing any art lately because my circumstances have been so bad. it’s been really sad to let go of my art supplies. my easel, paints and papers. #iphoneart #journaling #iphoneography feeling good about my writing,…

Control It was hard getting up this morning. I still don’t sleep all that well. After moving so many times, 10x now in the last 3yrs–it’s hard to feel comfortable. It’s hard to accept that I’m technically homeless. The correct term is “Hidden Homeless.” Those of us not completely on the street, we can possibly…