I am a women of many interests, one obviously is storytelling. My life has always been on the wacky side and because my friends enjoy my antics, I decided to share them with you.
To maintain ones sense of humor is vital to survival and has been my salvation. Therefore, I want to share my gift of laughter with others. Although I'd like to say laughter is enough, I wouldn't give up my Prozac for anything. I believe there are two types of people in the world - those who are on antidepressants and those who should be.
My background is as varied as my tales. I started life as an illegitimate child in the early 1950's (when it was not yet fashionable) of a woman who held me responsible for ruining her life and turning her to vodka and Valium. Maybe this is why I struggle with "V" on my Scrabble games? I've struggled with this issue for years and her death in 2010 has finally set me free. I have forgiven her to the best of my ability so I can go onwards. I thank G-d everyday for my grandmother, whose name I carry, for being the strength and stabilizing force in my life.
Like many women, I have suffered at the hands of a man in a sexual assault. Mine resulted in the loss of my virginity at age 16. Also like so many women of that era, I stuffed the shame down deep and tried to forget it. Then I married an abusive husband at 18 (you tend to marry what you know) and was beaten off and on over my short three year marriage. Just like after the rape, I tried to push it down deep and forget about it. After a couple of decades I realized that wasn't working ((I'm a slow learner) and I studied karate for several years to finally stop being afraid. When you have a black belt and have tossed a few big guys to the mat, you walk much more confidently and people tend not to bother you. This is strongly recommend for every female alive.
I lived on an Indian reservation in Canada and in substandard housing in International Falls (this I cannot recommend) without central heat or running water. I can fend off drunks in Ojibwa - it's a good skill to have. After leaving this marriage with my small son, I met and married a black man. My friends have since explained to me that you can actually just date men, you don't have to marry each of them. This marriage lasted about seven years, so I figured I was gaining ground. I tried marriage one more time to a bald guy and this one took.
After ten years of marriage to my Catholic turned Lutheran husband, this Presbyterian decided to opt for being a Jew. It was a yearning I'd felt since I was in high school when I ordered Berlitz records and tried to teach myself Hebrew. You need an instructor...trust me on this one.
I have a wonderful son who owns his own business and home and has given me two fabulous grandcats. When I married Left Brain I inherited my incredible daughter who was born on the same day as my son. Is that a sign or what? She is married to a great guy and they have blessed us with the most indescribable pleasures with our two granddaughters.
All my life people have told me I am creative and an artist and after 50 some odd years (and I mean ODD) I started to believe them. Again, that slow learner thing. One of my pleasures was creating soft sculptural images in 3D through the use of art dolls. I have retired from this work as we pursue our new life as full time RVers.
This is the first time I have had the courage to write this brief synopsis of my journey and its purpose is to push me towards the goal of writing a book about my life, which I now realize is different from so many others. We all have a story within us with messages for others and I think it is cathartic to release it through words. I am hoping that the blog will impel me in that direction.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and I genuinely hope I can make you laugh out loud. Really....it's okay to laugh at me - that's my goal.
The Queen Jester (at this point anyway - someday my real name will come out)
To maintain ones sense of humor is vital to survival and has been my salvation. Therefore, I want to share my gift of laughter with others. Although I'd like to say laughter is enough, I wouldn't give up my Prozac for anything. I believe there are two types of people in the world - those who are on antidepressants and those who should be.
My background is as varied as my tales. I started life as an illegitimate child in the early 1950's (when it was not yet fashionable) of a woman who held me responsible for ruining her life and turning her to vodka and Valium. Maybe this is why I struggle with "V" on my Scrabble games? I've struggled with this issue for years and her death in 2010 has finally set me free. I have forgiven her to the best of my ability so I can go onwards. I thank G-d everyday for my grandmother, whose name I carry, for being the strength and stabilizing force in my life.
Like many women, I have suffered at the hands of a man in a sexual assault. Mine resulted in the loss of my virginity at age 16. Also like so many women of that era, I stuffed the shame down deep and tried to forget it. Then I married an abusive husband at 18 (you tend to marry what you know) and was beaten off and on over my short three year marriage. Just like after the rape, I tried to push it down deep and forget about it. After a couple of decades I realized that wasn't working ((I'm a slow learner) and I studied karate for several years to finally stop being afraid. When you have a black belt and have tossed a few big guys to the mat, you walk much more confidently and people tend not to bother you. This is strongly recommend for every female alive.
I lived on an Indian reservation in Canada and in substandard housing in International Falls (this I cannot recommend) without central heat or running water. I can fend off drunks in Ojibwa - it's a good skill to have. After leaving this marriage with my small son, I met and married a black man. My friends have since explained to me that you can actually just date men, you don't have to marry each of them. This marriage lasted about seven years, so I figured I was gaining ground. I tried marriage one more time to a bald guy and this one took.
After ten years of marriage to my Catholic turned Lutheran husband, this Presbyterian decided to opt for being a Jew. It was a yearning I'd felt since I was in high school when I ordered Berlitz records and tried to teach myself Hebrew. You need an instructor...trust me on this one.
I have a wonderful son who owns his own business and home and has given me two fabulous grandcats. When I married Left Brain I inherited my incredible daughter who was born on the same day as my son. Is that a sign or what? She is married to a great guy and they have blessed us with the most indescribable pleasures with our two granddaughters.
All my life people have told me I am creative and an artist and after 50 some odd years (and I mean ODD) I started to believe them. Again, that slow learner thing. One of my pleasures was creating soft sculptural images in 3D through the use of art dolls. I have retired from this work as we pursue our new life as full time RVers.
This is the first time I have had the courage to write this brief synopsis of my journey and its purpose is to push me towards the goal of writing a book about my life, which I now realize is different from so many others. We all have a story within us with messages for others and I think it is cathartic to release it through words. I am hoping that the blog will impel me in that direction.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and I genuinely hope I can make you laugh out loud. Really....it's okay to laugh at me - that's my goal.
The Queen Jester (at this point anyway - someday my real name will come out)
