With my father, justice is big and quiet. (more…)

When I wrote these vignettes which began with the Mongol colored pencils, I entitled each vignette the name of a color.  Some of my favorite names of colors were magenta, heliotrope, burnt umber, lemon yellow. I tried to choose the name of a color as a title to fit each vignette. There were too many vignettes for me to be able to make that idea really work, however. (more…)

Not long ago, a friend of mine was saying that her mother and father never once told stories about their childhood. Not one story.  This seemed odd to my friend and certainly odd to me, for I grew up on my parents’ s stories of their childhoods — or lack of childhood, for back then when they lived, their lives were all about survival and work and not play. (more…)

Lynda and Chuck, Heaven Admin did indeed find the missing notepad entry.

First are your comments, Lynda and then my response to you. And then your words, Chuck, and my response to you. (more…)

Chuck and Lynda, I wrote a full response to the comments you wrote under A Decision and decided to make it a blog entry. I copied what I had written into Notepad. I saved it. I closed Notepad. And now I can’t find it at all.  I’m hoping that Heaven Admin can help me find it. (more…)

On Tuesday mornings, Beverly goes to her marriage counselor. Hal doesn’t.  Mr. Ramundo is patient and gentle and kind. That’s why Hal won’t go to him. He’s not manful enough for Hal. It’s not that Beverly finds the counselor tremendously productive, but he is kind and understanding and not one bit critical.

She has to fill up the time saying something, so she says, (more…)

Dear Blog Readers,

Except for names and location, here begins quite an accurate account of what it was like back when I was married.  This is in the form of a story which I had originally written long long ago when everything was fresh in my mind, or I would not have begun to remember all these details. Please understand that my consciousness was different then, and I accept responsibility for all events.  There are more installments of the story to come. Again, this will be for the book called The Little Things which reveals  so clearly that anyone can become a Godwriter: (more…)

By chance, I came across this excerpt from a Heavenletter that is so fitting to come after the story of the Dark Queen. Of course, we have all heard that nothing is by chance: (more…)

I wonder now, looking back, at how no one did intervene for my niece. Wasn’t there a teacher or school counselor? Wasn’t there someone? So far as I know, this dear soul, my niece, Princess Bonita, never had someone to talk to who could have helped her gain a sense of selfhood and worth, at least, not until later when there was no choice. (more…)

March 4, 2010

Gloria to God: Dear God, Princess Bonita’s story, the fairy tale about the Dark Queen — what would You like to say?

God: As with all suffering in this world, (more…)