Of dolls, horses, hats, and heavy metals

Throughout this time I started randomly collecting different things, mostly what my family picked out for me. I had dolls from Holland with tiny wooden shoes, a woven Native American doll, several others that I can’t remember, and since Helen (step-grandma) used to be stationed in Japan, every Girl’s Day I would get a female… Continue reading Of dolls, horses, hats, and heavy metals

If you’re Goth and you don’t know it…clap your hands??

Ah, the good old days…. music was everywhere, MTv actually played videos, and the battlecry of insomniac comedy lovers was “I want my Al tv!” And yet here I am, a depressed and lonely teenager – yay. Songs that spoke to me made me cry – “does anyone love anybody?”,  “wouldn’t it be good if… Continue reading If you’re Goth and you don’t know it…clap your hands??

Road trips, sulfur, and monkey’s blood

All the road trips have kind of meshed together now, so I can’t tell you how many there were, or if it was all one *really* long ride. I remember visiting my dead’s mom (great-great grandma). She had a mulberry tree in her yard, and we would eat all we could reach. She had a… Continue reading Road trips, sulfur, and monkey’s blood