I penned this poem during a nine-month stay in Johns Hopkins Bayview Care Center (from November 27 2003 until September 9 2004), while doctors tried to get my 104 plus raging fevers under control. IV pain medication kept me woozy as I drifted in and out of sleep. I […]
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!
What had begun as a catharsis has turned into a manuscript of a soon-to-be-released book and a mission. I realized that just because I am hidden away from the world in a bedridden condition does not mean what I have to say has no value. No one should […]
Ingredients 1 boneless chicken breasts, cut up into bite-size pieces 1/2 cup chopped onion 2 teaspoons vegetable oil 2 teaspoons salt 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger 1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg dash ground allspice 1 cup orange juice 2 cups fresh or frozen cranberries 1 […]
Sadly, the subject of human trafficking and sex slavery is taboo for many people, because either it overwhelms them or they struggle with the fact that it exists today. I have heard several comments similar to this: “i can’t think about that. I have enough going on in […]
Primarily, being a victim of sex traffickers, I experienced the evil firsthand at the hands of a gang of vicious pimps controlled by organized crime in New York City from the age of eighteen until I was twenty-one. Confined to my bed because of a sexually-transmitted paralyzing virus […]