I have lived my life according to rules that no longer apply.
I don’t have to be silent, angry, incredibly hurt and grieving.
Fifty-five now and practising
The Art of Becoming.
Becoming comfortable in my skin. Making peace with being the squeaky wheel, the outcast, the liar.
Rejected for telling the truth, I didn’t know who I was any more. None of my assigned roles were really me.
I decided I want to really live before I die. Listening to myself and not the clamor of voices telling me who I was, who I should be.
I see their lips moving, but I don’t hear them any more.
The truth of JHfamily4 does not negate the truth of
Beautiful in the broken places.
My beating heart embraces
Pieces of me
Given to you
Returned with postage due
One discarded Kintsugi heart
KHAWAGA My Life as a Foreigner
Memoir of a father/daughter broken relationship.
It’s been a slow and painful journey through the dysfunction. Identifying his sickness (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) was key in my progress.
I’ve been writing KHAWAGA since 2014. The chapters are falling into place, it’s no longer just pages of words.
There is healing in the power of the written word.
marble concrete steel
icy blue eyes shoot daggers
The mushroom in my photo did not let the pot get in its way. Instead of saying, “Oh, I’ve been blocked, I’ll just give up!”, it just changed directions.
I’m going to print this photo, frame it and keep it on my desk as a reminder that I don’t have to feel “blocked”. Like this jaunty yellow mushroom, I’ll just get a little sideways.
Truth as fiction is hard to write.
So called justice through the court system in America? If you haven’t already figured it out for yourself, it boils down to this anonymous quote, “Whoever has the most marbles wins.”
Stacks of documents, yet he’s still free. International Deadbeat Dad. The story of how low he will sink to perpetuate a fraud.
Forty-one years later, no justice. Blocked at every turn in real life and blocked in writing, a character is clammering to be set free.
Alexandria Pearl McClammy
“Integrate! I’ll unblock you.”
I hear her. She’s been getting louder for almost four years.
I’m letting her have a go at it.
Truth as Fiction.
Photo by Robin Moody