I live in the mountainous desert, in a MAGICAL CASTLE, on the Mexican border. There, in paradise, I never leave my wonderland, stay home and write stories. The castle has its own lure, and people come to me. Every month or so I have some sort of event there, so I don't become incapable of publicly flapping my lips.
Or I did, until I came to visit my mother in New Jersey for a week, during which time her cancer returned and I never went home. That was in the Fall of 2005. During that time I made wonderful cyber friends on MySpace, and they saw me through everything. I became a blog fanatic, wrote about it all, they kept reading it, and held my hand the whole time. I call them my SpaceBabies.
My mother died in August of '06. But I got stuck back East, both emotionally and physically. My plan had always been to drive home, slowly, meeting many of my SpaceBabies for the first time along the way. I was supposed to leave on my SpaceBaby Road Trip on April First, 07, but in March I got an early April Fool's trick played on me: severely broke my foot in a fashion accident (platform shoes), it kept refusing to get better, so I still didn't leave.
Meanwhile, my mother's 5 bedroom house sold -- after 53 years without ever having thrown out a thing -- I had to empty out the whole place with 2 broken bones in my foot, became completely disabled again, had nowhere to live, needed physical and psycho therapy, so I STILL didn't leave.
I moved onto a friend's couch in Harlem, continued to need both therapies -- as one was teaching me to walk again and the other, hopefully, teaching me to be functional again, in a few areas besides writing. 7 months later, still in that NY apartment, could no longer afford the psychotherapy, not able to stay there much longer, and then FINALLY, I got to leave!
AM NOW OFFICIALLY ON THE SPACEBABY ROAD TRIP, SLOWLY MEANDERING MY WAY HOME IN TIME FOR THE SPRING WILDFLOWERS IN THE DESERT.
Retraction: I'm sidetracked in Atlanta -- my perfect charm -- a slave to the magic, missed the Spring wildflowers.
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AND NOW, I'M HOME!!! After nearly a 3 year odyssey....
devin's jaw was broken in three places when he was beat up and the surgeon has to decide if she is going to wire it or do surgery to repair the damage or because the breaks are so complex may be a combination of them both
we found him a surgeon yesterday and my daughter just left to drive him to San Francisco to consult so that they can figure out exactly how to proceed. thanks for your thoughts honey
he got beat up n LA believe it or not. since he has no insurance we bought him up to San Francisco n hopes of getting better treatment.
Little T has a blood vessel connection from his heart to his lungs that all premies and some full termers have to help them with their oxygen levels till they start breathing on their own. so it's not unusual but it is causing him problems with fluid n his lungs n is making it hard for him to stabilize his blood oxygen levels on his own so they think they may have to close it via an operation.... always risky for such a little one.
i just put a Halloween album up n there is a picture of Devin as Obama...check it out...he looks like him...reallly he does.
thank you sweetie...they are still trying to decide if Thelo is going to have to go back to San Francisco for that operation. we are so hoping he can repair himself himself. don't know if you knew that his dad was beat up by a bunch of rednecks and suffered a broken jaw in three places and internal injuries cause he was dressed as Obama for Halloween. we are trying to schedule an operation for him as well. WTF!!!!!!
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