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  • I had asthma, ended up in a hospital and nearly died. The doctor said if I'd arrived any later, I would not have made it. But because some of friends weren't there, they think I am exaggerating. I am not.

    My first husband dragged me down the stairs by my hair and severely beat me in front of friends. New friends don't know what this is like. I don't even try to tell them.

    I lived on the streets in New York City and in San Francisco, begged for food, became emaciated. My current friends literally have no idea.

    I was bitten by a large snake that tried to eat me.

    I raised over a thousand mice in my bedroom.

    I lived in a tent in the snow all winter.

    I danced on stage with the Grateful Dead.

    I worked as a topless dancer. I have two master's degrees.

    I followed free-ranging horses around in Idaho. I hitchhiked across the country and back.

    I walked hundred of miles alone through the wilderness carrying everything on my back.

    When people tell me strange stories, I tend to believe them.

    I believe them for their sake, and I believe them for mine.

    I want to live in a world where people trust each other.

    I want to live in a body with a heart that trusts others.
  • sprouted from Pen Pal, by Kiki Suarez.

    Image: Digitally altered watercolor painting by me. Original painting about 3 x 4 inches (very small).

    If I am am truly honest, I have to admit that I find trust easier intellectually than emotionally. But I am working on it.
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