Blog entries by Light Housework

  1. It seems to be an endless read, including the comments.
  2. Nan, I was told, had stood on a chair in the kitchen, to change a light bulb, and the chair collapsed underneath her, resulting in a broken hip, which led to her death. I wonder, if Deb set that 'accident' up. The timing of it was shortly after Nan had begun to pay me some positive attention....
  3. Another time I believe Deb, my adoptive sister, tried to off me, I remember I was descending the stairs to the basement, and I saw down below, Deb's bare beautifully tanned right shoulder, and her long luscious brown hair. She had her back to me and was standing in the doorway to where dad's...
  4. I spent a lot of time in the basement watching television in my first 8 years. The Brady Bunch, The Partridge Family, Tarzan, cartoons, and old fashioned wrestling were mostly what I watched. I wanted to follow my older sister Deb around, but she wasn't having it. She hated me, I now realize....
  5. I've been pondering writing about my life. I guess I would start at birth. I was adopted at 2 weeks old supposedly, in Montreal. I was told that the maternity ward that birthed me burned down along with all records. The people who adopted me weren't emotionally savvy. Under their naive noses...
  6. I've been roofied. So I guess that's why I have such strong feelings about Cosby. It happened to me twice. I'm glad he's in jail now. His spokesman is trying to turn it into a race war. https://dailym.ai/2OO95tV
  7. for I'm Not A Man. Great album, that World Peace Is None Of Your Business [MEDIA]
  8. Some would know me as redpathetic. I don't have my password anymore. This site is different now. It's been a long time since I've posted.
  9. " A gift is not weighed and measured, nor can it be bought. It can’t be expected or demanded; rather it is granted, or else not. In theological terms it’s a grace, proceeding from the fullness of being. " Margaret Atwood
  10. ""She walks in beauty, like the blight," says Boyce with sympathy. "Byron." "Margaret Atwood, in The Robber Bride ""I can't forget about him," says Charis in a tiny voice. How can she just sit here and let Zenia tear Billy to shreds? The memory of Billy. If that goes, what does she have left...