God Given Duty

I am compelled to write as though it is a God Given Duty to protect the disabled and less fortunate. I have a B.S. in English, language, arts from Eastern Michigan University and an associate's degree in business administration from Oakland Community College.

I have been an Independent Contractor since, 1988. I have had years of dry spells with little or no writing, but as I am in my sixties, I recognize that there are younger generations who need to know history so yes, it must not repeat itself.

One of Trump's policies would allow the USDA and DHS to turn records over that would identify the recipients who are on Snap and report exactly what is being purchased. And personal information like social security numbers and addresses would be revealed. This has never been done as HIPPA protects personal information, so Michigan Attorney General, Dana Nessel has joined several other states in filing an injunction preventing USDA and DHS from divulging that information.

If there were ever a time that is ripe for eugenics, the time is now. With the government's intrusion into people's lives, we are in a time that is frightening. Think this has never happened in the states before, look up information from the 1920's and 30's.

I have to not focus on this too much as it is late and like others too much dwelling on things is not healthy. I will write more for your viewing another day.

My Huck Finn

I have seen tattered clothes and shattered lives in my years with my Huck Finn, but he is happy now. I have grown right along with him. When he was a boy, he had somewhat of a Tom Sawyer approach getting his friends to do his chores like mowing the lawn and raking leaves. He didn't pawn off all his work. Many times, he did mow the lawn, rake the leaves and clean the gutters.

He tried to help his sister, Anne of Green Gables, to remodel her room. He is gentle soul at heart, but authorities don't understand him because he has an illness that changes his personality. Generally, law enforcement is not trained in mental health. Unfortunately, many long-term hospitals are closed. For many years, he struggled to understand that medication could make a world of difference for him.

I have been on the path of success before with him, I just pray he stays well. He is back to work now. In his youth, he skated through school literally with his skateboard. He loved to ride his bike and make dirt jumps with his friends. Keeping this child from the outdoors would be a hefty task and I always felt better that he was with his friends playing outdoors. What I did not realize was he was taking drugs with those same friends. When he was sixteen, I was already divorced, and I realized he needed help. I took him to the hospital once and his friends took him before the age of eighteen. In both instances, he was transferred, and they thought he only had a drug problem, and, in both cases, he was released twice after two weeks. It took a bit for him to graduate high school, but he did it and then took coursework in college.    

My Huck Finn is definitely a scrapper. He has pulled himself up by his bootstraps numerous times, but what is the illness that has plagued him so many times? Schizophrenia has absolutely wreaked havoc with him, but as his mom, I pray all the time that he will stay well.

I have been blessed to help him out as best I can, and the in-laws have been wonderful working arrangements with him so he can work. I am like other moms just hoping and praying he gets the help he needs to continue on the road to success. Temporarily, he is in a halfway house. He is doing construction work.

Huck Finn first saw time in a jail at eighteen. He hadn't even been out of the hospital a week. I was at the courthouse trying to locate my ex-husband for alimony. My son didn't understand why I was there. He took my car when I had gotten out. I had told security what he had done, but that only escalated the situation because the guard went to use the phone for backup when Huck hung-up the phone. 

More will be in my autobiography when it is complete.

I said goodbye to Billy

I was living in federal housing, and I met Billy through Fred, my partner who recently passed away.  Billy was excellent with music and photography, but he suffered from schizophrenia. He and I had an unspoken agreement that he would not drink or smoke marijuana when I was taking guitar lessons. He only forgot once.

He had me download a metronome on my phone. He loved purchasing guitars and had a music program on his computer.

Billy told me how he had an agreement with his mom that if he quit drinking and took care of himself, she would give him her Chevy Malibu.

He had long hair and a great personality, but his demons got the better of him. We would practice guitar for one hour. He was trying to teach me Tom Petty's song, "You don't know how it feels." Tom Petty - You Don't Know How It Feels [Official Music Video]

I never mastered this song, but I had fun learning. He seemed to get lost in Petty's lyrics. I played some songs for him that I had written and sang. We probably had lessons for six months. Billy was absorbed in drinking though he was told it would kill him.

One day, I believe it was a Sunday, a lady came to the front door and said she couldn't get ahold of her brother, which was unusual she said. I stayed by the door while she went upstairs. Minutes later, she came running down the stairs and said, "He's dead, He's dead." She didn't have her phone, so I let her use mine. She wanted to call her mom, but my own experience calling my aunt first when my roommate died, I told her, "I think you want to call the police first. By this time, we were both in Billy's room. He was blue and had no pulse. His veins were projecting from his face, and he was facing the couch cushion. The 911 operator was asking if I wanted to perform CPR. I told her, "No," two or three times. It was obvious he was gone.

Later, I bought a card, which some of the residents signed. I was glad to be able to give it to his sister. I found a part of me was dying in that building as there was so much sadness, poverty and loneliness around.  

My aunt set me up with a special needs trust, so I was able to get a condominium. I don't ever want to forget the friends I made, but being in my own place is healthier. 

I lost a friend

 

I first met my friend, Aaron in federal housing. For about six months, Aaron led a group of us seniors in dance. Ultimately, we were able to perform at Christmas time. I never became a good dancer, but Aaron knew it was important to have fun. 

Aaron had been a dancer on a cruise ship. I found him to be entertaining and fun. I got to know Aaron and learned about his brother, Drew. Unfortunately, Drew passed away of alcoholism.

I took Aaron to a radio station as he had cut a CD that I felt when understood deserved airplay. The radio station I took him to was not the right platform for his CD; however, I wanted to encourage him to keep trying, but Aaron suffered from depression and would drink like a fish. A sad thing is Aaron destroyed most of his C'Ds, but I still have one.

I wanted to be there for him as a friend. One evening Fred Cobb, my significant other, asked Aaron for help locating a fountain that I had as my daughter gave it to me when Fred accidently broke it. Aaron helped him order not one, but two fountains. I treasure the fountains.

Aaron thought about suicide and Fred went to Aaron's room to help him through it. Fred, a Vietnam Veteran, gave Aaron a hug. Fred said to me, "don't tell anyone, I hugged a gay man."

Fred suffered his own demons. We both cared about Aaron. He had aids and was facing a difficult journey. Ultimately, he was in hospice and passed away. Fred too was in hospice, and I lost him February 26, 2025.

I wanted to share Aaron's recording; however, I would have to invest in some additional equipment. Maybe one day.