My Blog: A Potpourri of living life, paralyzed and confined to a bed, how I got this way, how I cope, and my perspectives. I am also a CSA, rape, and human trafficking survivor.
Some call me “Wildflower” because … I … survive … the sights that I see when I venture out, the joy of breathing fresh air, of reading and viewing for which I am grateful, yet I prefer my solace – Scorpio hidden in the universe amid twelve grandchildren and the story of humanity, self-deprecating and struggling with self-esteem and what people say; but there are always sea-foam green, teal, lavender, and yellow Brie, dark chocolate, cherries and the Mediterranean: people ask me for my recipes; I travel virtually and survive wildlife and crime to help fellow victims; I am the Witness, I am the Sentinel: welcome to my musings!
My father in 1935 at fifteen-years-old
I decided that for the next month or so, I shall be writing in my diary on my blog.
Hues of crimson, amethyst, orange, and gold
My friend Christine Wokowsky transported me to Kaua’i, Hawaii!
PROLOGUE “The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.” Johann Kaspar Lavater