Well, since 1997 I have not had anymore major things happen to me, thank God..

Since running from Texas back to home in California in Nov. 1981, I wanted nothing EVER to do with men again. I was mentally and physically abused for over two years and was beat so far down and I had had enough of "a relationship" with a man, forever!! I raised my two girls and worked and was alone, till October 1997. My sister had brought me an old pc she was going to toss. man, I tell ya, thank you Maggie!!! It was totally awesome, I got it on line with #1 daughters help, lol and away I went. I have met some outstanding people here on line.

So, here I am today, I don't like pictures, lol Well, anyway, I am a better person today than I was the day before.

I love you to pieces, and I know we have had some bad times in the past and more good times too. I know that NOW you know why I sent you back to California so fast in 1981, your head was spinning. All those years you had it building up inside you, that your mom didn't want you, that I shipped you off to your dad. All that time you didn't realize that what he tried to do to you, I was living it daily, even worse. I didn't realize then what a mess I was making of your mental health by doing it the way I did. All I knew is I had to get you out of there, and to a safe place. I know we talked about this in length but I want you to know that I was only looking out for you and didn't want you to be his next victim. I Love You, Mom (or as you put it, MA! )

I sure was excited when I found I was pg with you. I stopped softball, stopped everything just about. I was afraid I would have another miscarriage, and I sure didn't want that. I did what the doctors all said and you were born, healthy too! You were quite a handfull growing up, whew! but we made it to today and you are doing so well. I love you Forever, you are my sweet miracle baby.

When I moved to Maryland in March 1999, I knew I was going to miss you, like a right arm, lol... but all was okay, and then guess what? You moved to Maryland. You missed your mom so much, you packed your little car and moved east to be near dear ole mom. Now we live in the same five story brownstone, and it's just like old times... (mom, got some sugar? got a dollar? got anything to eat? lol) I Love you my dear, and Love that you are here.

Please make sure your children are safe, who they are with, look for signs, pay attention to them. Communicate with them, so that they know, like what is a good touch and bad touches are not allowed. Teach then to TELL you if something isn't right to them. I feel sometimes like the 50's was like growing up in the dark ages. Parents and children didn't communicate that much. You did as you were told, Listened to elders, and didn't speak out of turn. Some called our upbringing abusive, but not really. If we deserved a spanking we got it, and it straightened us right up. In these days if you touch your own child, you may be arrested. From one extreme to the other, where is the happy medium? I have left you a few links here to look at if you wish. I also made a couple nice pages for the children.

Well, that's me story, not too long and drawn out, but life goes on, and my life has come together very nicely now.