Start at #1 to follow the story timeline…
Telling my puppies not to eat the daisies is like me telling christians that rape isn’t immaculate… The puppies no more understand, the plant isn’t for them, than christians thinking rape isn’t okay… because they worship a god that say’s, “Mary’s rape was immaculate”… Talk about double talk in so…
I bet you are as tired as I am and we aren’t exactly living mirrored lives… I am fatigued, because, I have never known not…
Not talking politics either… The blog is a catartic exercise… Like writing a diary, except, no secrets, except for those things I am not ready…
Anyone making sense of any of this yet??? I have been back and forth on this… Is it mental health, in other words anything but…
For those following his journey, we stumbled across something that is helping… Sleep… I thought for a while he had sundowner’s and after the last…

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…
Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…