Ramblings of a Survivor

The story of my captivity begins long before November 1976 when I was brought into this world; long before my dad walked the halls of Salinas, California’s Memorial Hospital searching and praying for a name for the baby who was supposed to be a boy… My mom used to tell me that they had to…

A tiny little voice crept between the down of my sleeping bag and my trusty teddy bear that my head was laying on. The firm pillow we had bought from the Budapest IKEA when I arrived the week prior was lying next to me. I’d rather smell the remaining campfire smoke that had nestled into…

A cloud rolled in. DIdn’t expect that. Life had been sunny and pink and full of music – mostly dark indy tunes that no one else knew, but that was me: dark and beautiful and unexplored. I bent over and grabbed a carrot at the base of its green and pulled. The earth gave way…

I have an impulse that goes farther than desire that motivates me to write about my life: My crazy beautiful life. I have pages and pages of truth already written: dumping, motivational existence, bullshit….and all is rooted with one little thought: I didn’t go through all this for nothing. I did NOT experience life as…

The floor of the sanctuary bounced up and down to the rhythm of the movement of the congregation; we were all at the front of the room – 300 or so of us – packed into the small area where the pews had been removed for our usual morning worship service. I had hoped that…

There was a time when blogging was an every day thing…I would cuddle up in bed and share the every day struggles and wins of living on a farm – having moved to a big ol’ property of 72 acres from a little tiny plot in West Los Angeles and having been entrenched in Hollywood…