What Do Your Write About, when no one is taking up Residence???

Amnesia, due to traumatic brain injuries and brain bleeds has been, if nothing else an interesting journey… Am I done yet??? Not by a long shot…

The family drama played it’s part and now that is over… I am protected from liability and I can delete as I go with the blog… Any attempts to sue me for defamation??

Well, I am not advertising the site, nor have I since Adorablespite was created… Word of mouth does a good job and if you don’t want your friends and family to know what kind of crook you are??? Start or continue the lies you have always said…

It isn’t working out well for Trump and it didn’t end well for Don or Freda, but hey, the definition to insanity???

Keep doing the same thing and expect a different outcome… Maybe in sports, but in life and mental health, that’s mental illness…

Telling Homer this morning, what do I write about now, that the residence upstairs is no longer open for occupancy???

To me, that means, work on the book and that is very trying…

If I get a couple pages written, I rewrite it numerous times and still not happy… Now I get why a writer is a little anal…

Moving on and moving up is the next chapter…

Mental health is really good, patience, I could always use more patience, especially with 3 puppies hitting a year old and with Homer, well, we have lived it for over 2 decades and now, it’s like watching a LP play at 78rpm… Not new, just more intense…

Have a wonderful day, I have to go do errands before we swelter and hopefully, by end of day, I will have finished the RV hot water heater door… I read what to do, so Homer is drilling me 3 to 4 overlapping holes and the metal snips I bought will allow me to bend the metal in so it’s not a cut hazard and we are done… No more work on that tin can…

I remember…

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About Me

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…

This is my story of survival…

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