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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Jerry Pinkney Reads I Want to Be

My book, "I Want to Be" by Thylias Moss, illustrated by Jerry Pinkney

Tuesday, December 30, 2014


A day to share with others, no matter what, and a day, like all days to be sure that all are forgiven!  That's what today is for me! -- as 2014 draws to a close, I want all who have ever crossed my path to know that they are forgiven!  --Anything that has ever been done to me, for whatever reason: all is forgiven! because "language matters" --language of what we say, don't say! --langauge of how we hurt, heal, soothe; language of how we touch, how we interact, how we believe, how we praise, how we denounce, how we live, blame, 

--I don't want this day, this moment this season to end without my spreading forgiveness to all! --including (and especially Charles Jones: a reason for my spiraling): I  forgive him for being the first man to get me pregnant; I forgive him for all of that; I forgive his brother Gregory, for introcudcing me to Charles, his older brother; I forgive them all.  I forgive Blondell; I forgive Everest Tucker, I forgive Michelle [who I hope will also forgive me]; I forgive Dennis, a son who I hope will also forgve me, no matter how or why he became my son], I forgive LT Randle, I forgive Dothlyn Smith, (for intruding into my  marriage), I forgive my ex-spouse [who remains special for many reasons, and permitted the intrusion of Ms. Smith into the marriage] --sorry if I didn't mention you by name --but you are in fact forgiven!

--Without becoming a doormat, I still forgive so many, all --and I hold no grudge; All are absolved
--I carry into 2015 none of what has happened to me  during my 60 years...

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Remembering (and serving) some tastes of Survivor Stew

MOXIE SUPPER: Remembering: REMEMBERING I don't want to remember, yet I do; I'd rather be asleep --as if I've eaten something incompatible with my syst...

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Eating and Healing: some evidence of scars

Eating my fill - SCARS!

I realize I come to this late Blog Woman, but how persuasive this post is is! (responding to this Huffington Post article  —thank you so much for posting! –my scars (repaired head following a rupture of an aneurysm) wouldn’t photograph nearly as well, but this is absolutely essential! –remnants of what’s left after cancerous consumption! –cancer is very hungry, (hungrier than Moxie Supper, who's sometimes just "greedy", but is often finicky --within her greed), and these pictures are a way of also feeding! --eating what’s necessary to survive even better! –I applaud this! -–I guess I too fear some unfriending, for many, many reasons, (some probably deserved, but not all of it; “life” has happened to me also, and I too continue, some form of me continues, only form (my "new normal") there will ever be –ie: this is the form from which changes will be made! –I’ll not remain just as I am, changing by the minute, going on to "I-can’t-say-what-for-sure", but traveling nevertheless… and often happy, often grateful that I can still travel at all! –-feeding on whatever becomes available. Having to feed in order to maintain any form of existence!

Blog Woman, I realize that I'm reiterating much of what has been said, but this is just a wonderful post! I suppose that I don't want to be "unfriended" either, and certainly not for changes in my body! --unavoidable, I feel, just be living to certain ages! --is a  "change" of a way and "rule" of existence? --which seems to be "change" --I'm nothing like the promise of me when I was born 60 years ago; I've changed substantially, and I'm not done; even when I die, my body will continue to change, and will be a feast for microbes, many of which are already with in me, held back by a living status, but when I die (and I will) that status will be invalid, ad those microbes can feat on this tiny body... only about 90 pounds and 4'10" tall... but still enough for a feast.

I don't have scars that are as visible as Beth's; mine are much more invisible (scar from a ruptured aneurysm; indentation on my head [that was bumpy anyway]), and the blindness, legal blindness, in my left eye due to optic neuritis due to MS (diagnosed in 1996, though I'd had MS since graduate school [when symptoms manifested in a first exacerbation in 1981[[face, lower right jaw, attributed to test anxiety, rigors of graduate study; legs next time ~circa 1982/3, swelling [[in my mind]] like incredible loaves of bread]] then dormant until 1996 --scars inside my body; not outside), and also scars from a c-section performed for the birth of my only biological child --old scar still visible from when I fell off a bike, breaking a glass jug of milk --still have scars above my knees from that, and from falling into a barbed wire fence "protecting a small tree lawn in Ohio, --and also emotional scars after a divorce after forty years when I was a teenager when I married at nineteen, who did a best that she could, becoming pregnant after a rape when I was just fifteen, rapist was an older man, 25 when I was fifteen. Remembered where he worked, this Deacon at my mother's church, so I called him and tried to tell him that I was pregnant, but he never spoke to me again, and hung up the phone... I had a third trimester abortion --after that rapist refused to ever speak to me again...

I was unable to tell anyone --not even --especially not my parents!-- I was left silent and frigid --"symptoms" the man I married (23 when I met him when I was still 16) vowed to cure --at first, of course, I didn't want him to touch me, but eventually I overcame that --I was still in high school, and stopped speaking altogether --should I be unfriended for this?

--not that Facebook "friends" are "friends" in any other context, but they're still called "friends" --and seems to me that carries some responsibilities.  What would it take for me to "unfriend" someone? --Maybe I'd do this to escape more parts of high school, a regrettable time of my life --the ruptured aneurysm purged my brain of quite a bit of short term memory keeping --I'm not yet as bold as Beth (though I did "like" her page, and am following it) --I can't yet state what I'm saying and feeling (don't quite have the "Moxie", I suppose; but I can't yet state what I have to say without the protection of (pretty much "rapist-free) physical space --I do indeed remain hungry --perhaps just for a chance to live those years again, and do things I didn't do, and so things I did differently --your post Blog Woman, has enabled me to say this! --thank you so much...

But friending and unfriending has become so easy --as it is for liking and unliking things --strange that there are no other options...

So many forms of scars! --your post is a form of scab! --healing occurring underneath! --healing occurring!

Monday, March 17, 2014

Fork Dance

Referred to Charlie Chaplin's dance with forks (love these tools of access) and rolls as the "potato dance"! --I was just so hungry! (fork dance) at
Charlie Chaplin's dance with fork and rolls makes me crave that meal! --especially the forks! --Such tools oa access! you can watch that segmant here: (love these tools of access) and rolls as the "potato dance"! --I was just so hungry! (fork dance)

Tuesday, March 11, 2014