In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma.”
Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.
That I served in the United States Army from 1977 to 1981. My units were the 569th PSC, Augsburg, Germany and 101st Airborne Division, Ft. Campbell, KY. Did my Basic Training and AIT at Ft. Jackson, SC.
I recall about three or four years ago on or about Veterans Day I had attended Sunday church services at a local Baptist church in Jamaica, Queens when the Pastor asked all the Veterans in the congregation to stand up. Naturally I stood up and when the Pastor saw me standing he seemed rather shocked and surprised saying We have one woman Veteran. I guess Women Veterans are still invisible even though we have been serving our country since it’s inception. I sincerely wish Women Veterans were given more recognition in America by our places of worship, better services for Women Vets from the VA and by society in general.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?
- Do you have a spooky or haunting story about your family or ancestry?
About two years ago the museum where I work had a Civil War Photography special exhibit.
I was posted in the Civil War photography exhibit at the museum. My Great, Great Grandfather William Henry Halstead fought in the Civil War. There was a steady stream of visitors but everyone was quiet, calm, serious, deeply affected by what they were seeing. During the course of the day as I walked through the photographs taking everything in it was like I began to see through the eyes of my Great, Great Grandfather. I could hear the sounds of battle, the screams of pain from injured soldiers, feel his adrenaline and fear as he surged forth with his 29th CT. Colored Regiment brothers. All I can say it was like I was in his head. I had to make an effort to turn off so I could finish my day without freaking out. Even now I feel he is still with me even I never met him. Maybe this is genetic memory. All the memories of our ancestors stay with us though we are separated by time and generations. As a writer it gives a different aspect and flavor to my writing but it is a very strange sensation.
Recently after a stay at Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn where they prescribed me Haldol, Effexor, and finally Venlafaxine which caused suicidal thoughts and panic attacks. I stopped taking all three. Psychiatrists and psychologists are just Legal Drug Pushers who are supplied by Big Pharma. They get pay-offs and kickbacks to use patients as guinea pigs. So-called medical professionals label you with diseases you don’t have just so they can experiment on you! Beware!!
We fight a continuous war to prevent people taking illegal mind altering drugs for pleasure or sorrow, it’s called the war on drugs.
Yet we use society’s most respected professionals –namely medical doctors and pharmacists– to hand out legal mind altering drugs, which have devastating consequences on people’s health.
You are made to believe that Big Pharma is interested in your health, but in practice it is a lethal profit making machine.
Toss ups among Jitterbugging Japes
A PASTOR? OMG what a dirt bag. He drinks booze, probably smokes dope, lives in sin with a woman who isn’t his wife. For regular people NOT in the thug life, in order to murder someone in cold blood, you gotta be on some kinda high octane drugs that give courage required to follow through with heinous acts of vengeance filled violence. And don’t get me started on his skanky wife. Down in the Lower Level we call her a ‘toss up’, ya know some female who throws her legs up in the air, and doesn’t care whose bed they land in. These days’ pew warmers can be some of the MOST amoral people around. Cold blooded Son of a Bitch. Need another shower after watching and listening to this sadistic drivel.
She shall bear fruit in the time of seed not in the time of man.
I’m shaking like a tree in a hurricane.
Cynthia and Jerry got a message for Harry.
We were enveloped in the sweet Smokey darkness of a sultry summer night. Taking nocturnal strolls over graveyards filled with the illicit offspring of priests and nuns. Seedlings of the new reforms. Corpses a series of japes littering the landscape with embryonic fantasy dreams. A Feast of Flesh for maggots and worms. Chaos and terror. Blood everywhere. Odor of lingering 12 day ferment piss hang languishing in the stagnant atmosphere.
Leave no ghost upturned for there are barnacles affixed to near Charnel House ringed with concertina wire.
I see voices on the trench bottom questioning me on ways of escape. I find myself sinking in quicksand people with their backs to me on the periphery.
Soils of different waters tell eat and drink stories whilst jettisoned troubadours poison their listeners with liquid gold.
Svengalis’ in full regalia present alien babies ready for baptism.
My apocalypse is the squalor of an unkempt mind.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Blogger With a Cause.”
If your day to day responsibilities were taken care of and you could throw yourself completely behind a cause, what would it be?
I am already an Autism Advocate for my brother Stephen. See link for New York Times article
However if I was financially free, independently wealthy with no other pressing responsibilities like my 9-5 I would devote myself completely and totally to Autism Activism.
In 2013 my brother and I went up to Albany to protest harmful budget cuts for New York State developmentally disabled adults. See the following links:
I would also develop a photography arts program for intellectually challenged adults. My brother Stephen enjoys taking photos and I’m sure other adults with Autism also have a talent and gift for taking photos. All they need is an opportunity and a sponsor.
As I get closer to retirement expanding my support of people with developmental disabilities is high on my list of goals. Giving a voice to those who have no voice gives my life purpose and meaning.