http://emanon.blogsplot.net The long path to peace ... Fri, 31 Aug 2007 19:22:42 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2007/08/31/the-nightmare-sprouts-wings/ "We're sending you up to Midge's for a couple of weeks." Although I wasn't comfortable with the decision, I understood the reasons ... not to mention that I wasn't in any position to argue. My dear brother wanted me out of sight, and unable to be found. Berwick, where he lived, ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2007/08/31/a-nightmare-of-a-different-color/ The plane ride to Boston seemed to take so much longer than the promised hour. It was crowded, no spare seats. I had my very unhappy, squirmy year and a half old baby tucked against my five and a half month pregnant belly ... trying to rock her back to ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2006/06/27/woonsocket-woes/ We met with the private eye, discussed what we would do. It took several days of planning - visiting the local police in Cumming, setting things up ... just in case things didn't "go down" as planned. The thought that guns could be involved - people could be killed ... ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2006/02/10/rainynightthree/ The police never came. Dale was gone ... with Dena. I felt the evening begin to chill as I stumbled back to the trailer, knowing that he had taken Dena with nothing but a diaper on. I worried that she'd be cold. I worried about where they went ... if ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2006/01/20/rainynighttwo/ Springtime in Georgia is a little bit like heaven. The dogwoods are in bloom, and the smell of honeysuckle is almost intoxicating. Being from Maine, Georgia always seemed so green, warm - gentle. I never lost that springtime impression, although for myself, life in Georgia was anything but gentle. I went ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2006/01/19/such-a-rainy-night-in-georgia-part-1/ Even as a little child, I was never able to successfully pull off the "blame game." Oh ... not that I didn't try ... at least where other people were concerned. I remember one Saturday afternoon ... during our once monthly visit to the dreaded confessional. I always went to same ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2006/01/17/imprisoned-truth/ The realizations which had begun to seem like an undefined blur flashing past my careening awareness have slowed enough for me to begin taking stock of what I've learned in the past 8 days ... and it's considerable. I feel as if I'm looking down on a huge pile of boxes ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2006/01/16/sorting-and-sorting-again/ January 8 had been a long day. To my advantage, I'd managed to skip our regular parish, and attend church someplace where I was completely unknown. I spent most of the day working on my blog, and just resting. What a week it had been! Hartley's death, the wake, the ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2006/01/14/in-a-fragile-silence/ Perhaps it would be best to begin at the end ... since this particular end is truly a new beginning. I hope to chronicle my journey as I set foot upon this new path of self discovery ... and to also relate the way I came to be where I ... http://emanon.blogsplot.net/2006/01/14/the-beginning/