Day 1 – first blog! sexual abuse / bipolar / bpd

Let’s’ welcome this new blogger. Scarred and scared


Who the heck knows if this will ever be read or cared about, but I now have a place I can call my own to write how I am feeling and not worry about the emotion involved. I am a single female who is currently in recovery, which I am told is going to be a long journey. It took a long time to get this screwed up so no doubt it will take some time to be able to live a normal life without shame, constant depression, self harm, paranoia and all the other lovely things I feel. See, I grew up in an alcoholic home. There’s nothing special about me. I am just your average gal in my mid 30’s, you probably wouldn’t pick me walking down the street as having major depressive disorder along with Bippolar and Borderline Personality Disorder, I work, I have my own house…

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Something beautiful from the MNPD (Nashville) Chief of Police

Reblogged from scholars and rogues. A search for a peaceful solution and rational behavior. What a noble idea

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This is the talk all our police need to walk

From The Tennessean: Nashville police chief shares message, responds to questions

At least take a moment to read the email to Chief Anderson from a member of the self-proclaimed “majority” of people in Nashville (read: not, apparently) and Chief Anderson’s astounding reply.

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Farewell to Domino

DominoPark Patrol.  That was Domino’s job. A beautiful black and white Akita, Domino patrolled the streets of his Highland neighborhood and Columbia Park for nearly eight years.  He made his appointed rounds four times a day, rain or shine, accompanied by his assistants, John and Carissa.  Everyone in the neighborhood knew Domino by name, though his Continue reading


My need for equality was entirely personal.  It didn’t take me long to notice, boys got a better deal, primarily because they wore pants.  No one ragged on them to “act like a lady, keep your dress tail down, or keep clean.”  My brother never dusted, washed a dish, changed a diaper, or made a bed.  That was women’s work. Continue reading

Terrible Tom Tucker the Turkey

Evil turkey

Evil turkey

Awfuls chasing turey

Awfuls chasing turey

We went places and saw people that normal people would never encounter, nor care to. Daddy had heard of somebody living back in the woods about four miles off Tobacco Road who had something he might be interested in buying. He had to check it out, driving forever down muddy roads petering out into nothing. Finally we got back to Mr. Tucker’s Continue reading

Christmas Joy

Pic Pic revisedThis Christmas our family decided not to buy gifts to exchange.  Instead, we were each to bring a treasured item to pass on or make a gift for exchange. No money was to be spent.   It was the start of a lovely tradition.  My sister Connie, her husband, and son made lovely gifts for everyone.  They framed each of us a copy of the only remaining picture of the five of us children using reclaimed wood from the house where we grew up.  It is beautiful.   Phyllis, the oldest child, brought the family Bible, which she’d had for several years, and passed it on to another sister.  My husband, Bud, made a wonderful knife out of an old file.  Mother passed on a bread platej my dad won at his job many years ago and serving spoons given to her by her father when she married, to my nephew and his fiancée.  I brought some vintage blue Continue reading


The guide dog led his blind master directly through a green light out into the traffic of a busy intersection.  Horns honked.  Cars crashed into each other all around him.  A good Samaritan ran out into traffic and snatched him to safety.  The blind gentleman reached into his pocket for a treat.  “Good boy.  Good boy.  Here’s a treat!”  He patted the air, feeling for his dog’s head. Continue reading