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There are moments when it’s not that hard to be the care giver and hold the hand literally and figuratively as they journey through Alzheimer’s… Homer and I started flipping homes together back in 2004… by the time 2008 came around he was in college getting a degree in Architecture…
Other than the oligarchs pushing billions into psychological warfare against the rest of us.. There is the one bright spot in the last 20 years……
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…
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…

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…
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