Author deanna

These were interesting words–as Don had pointed out, likely not sourced directly from my mother but from other sources though ultimately it doesn’t matter anymore. I have a point to make. Here, in rational land where people don’t have magical… Continue Reading →

This life is stressful enough without adding more to be upset about, I’ve realized. I can’t go. The ultimate voice of reason (my mother)–now this is my mother mother, my mom, as it were, knocked some sense into me. How… Continue Reading →

So this has been a tough few days and it certainly hasn’t lengthened my life in any way, the amount of stress I am going through right now. It’s almost as if my birth mother wasn’t present and didn’t hear… Continue Reading →

Well world…your lessons are a little fucked up lately. Not thrilled with the things running through my head. I tend to be a little bit of a masochist in some ways–I read that damn letter over and over and thought…with… Continue Reading →

I know I know. Gratitude is the antidote to complaint–being grateful for anything has a way of turning you off the trends of complaint. I am sure if you found this place you probably have a point of empathy you… Continue Reading →

My mind is a mean thing–I blame it in some ways for the destruction wrought on my body. I try to control where it goes but it’s a hard thing to do when you have been conditioned as I have… Continue Reading →

Poor Don is a little bewildered to our situation and I am also finding it hard not to lose my goddamn mind right now. These are the times I wish I had some stash of anti anxiety cures but I… Continue Reading →

Well that was an unfortunate thing to have to write yesterday but I felt a need to remark it. After I read over it, it seemed kind of whiney diary-yy so I edited it, as you must do with your… Continue Reading →

Oh world–you aren’t gonna be easy. Part of the reason I live in Denver was to try and get to know my birth family a little more intimately because really–getting to know people who look like you and sometimes do… Continue Reading →

Hmmm is the answer to that question. One thing I am convinced of is I don’t want to be in a country and around people who were keen to sell us off to the highest bidder. Us, I mean, the… Continue Reading →