Flying with Broken Wings…#411

Flying with Broken Wings is about the life of Charlotte Jean Murphree. Charlotte was not a famous person, in fact, not too many people knew her, but those that did knew there were many facets to her life. the book tells of fifty-two years of daily testing of her will to carry on and the misfortune she faced. As a baby and young girl, she was made fun of by schoolchildren, her progress was slow, but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought Cerebral Palsy, Living with Bipolar, Depression, and Schizophrenia disorders. Charlotte lived not only with herself, but she endured the “Voices” that lived within her for over thirty years. This book is about the beginning, middle, and end of her life.

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July 6, 2022…#388

My Stage 3 – Multi Myeloma continues to hold its own as I continue 22 days per month “Chemo.” As I have stated before, it is treatable but not curable. Mine will never be in remission. In life, we get these “burdens” that we must bear or lessons we must learn.

 I have been working on my biography, which has left me little time for anything else. I have had one family member request that she not be in my book. I do not have a problem with that! Everyone I would place in the book is gone; I can go into deeper depths about what my life was like from the beginning. It will mostly be about my life as a wife; the book’s beginning will cover my birth, childhood, and a few teen years. My poetry is based on this era, and I understand that much of it is “dark.” However, all my poetry books are based on hard times, trials and tribulations.

I must route around some distant family members who may have problems bringing them into my story. Yet, I have found that when we love others, we expect that they will love us back, I have cared deeply for many, and the feeling was not returned. These are those who will be eliminated.

Am I lovable may be a good question; I believe I am? I am not perfect; I have been stubborn and sometimes judgmental. I have worked on this flaw in me for many years; I am still climbing that mountain of “self” I hope the downside will be easier. So, back to the book.

Have a great July. EAJM


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Let’s Get Real: Teen Mental Wellness with Chuck Murphree…#379

Live “Mental Health”, speaker Chuck Murphree

April 6, 2022…#365

    Today is Wednesday; I try to do things that help distract me from the pain in my body since I woke. It is, of course, a daily thing, yet I must push it aside. Taking care of my fur baby Dixie is my first concern, then all the medications, dressing, and starting a new day. My day is filled with painting, checking out what is on the internet, email, Twitter, creating poetry, and things of interest to me. Sometimes, I sit quietly, hoping for the pain to go away. I talk to or text my wonderful children and grandchildren, which holds me up when I can no longer stand alone. Their love takes away the pain. I thank God daily for giving me these wonderful angels. I continue to write my autobiography; recalling all that I need to put in it takes me to another level. It takes away the presence and carries me to the past, reliving the years that have gone by so quickly.    

It seems as if Cancer controls my life. I let it think so; I own my life. Its presence makes me stronger, braver, and wiser. It is I who chooses how to live. The word “Cancer” does not live in my soul. I have not been afraid of it from the moment given the diagnosis. My soul belongs to God and me. It can never touch the divine spirit that cries out, “I am not my body.” My soul will not allow it to pull me down into the depths of despair. Those close to me will surround me, and they will fight with me to let Cancer know that I, We, will not surrender to it. Cancer does not own me, I own myself, and it will not kill me without a fight.

Poem of the day:

In the Mist of Grief…#365

Memories emerge in the darkness

of the night, becoming one with my

soul like the rivers that flow into the

sea. These hours before dawn are

like a cold rain pounding into my

heart. The grief is fierce as it

raises and then returns to consume

my spirit, assaulting my senses.

The depths of my courage wounded,

I am listing in a sea of sorrow, my

life filled with more grief than many

can bear. In search of a miracle,

hope merges with despair. It is my

destiny to lose all that I have ever

loved. It is the hard cold hour to

depart this misery. 


It is time for Americans to say, “Get out of my house”…#186

While I am not in favor of the motives behind many of the protesters, I do believe a peaceful protest is sometimes necessary.  I do not believe in the defacing, looting and burning of businesses. Bad police are among us as well as the good.  However, our President Donald Trump is a disgrace.

Donald J. Trump@realDonaldTrump

Buffalo protester shoved by Police could be an ANTIFA provocateur. 75 year old Martin Gugino was pushed away after appearing to scan police communications in order to black out the equipment. @OANN  I watched, he fell harder than was pushed. Was aiming scanner. Could be a set up?

Twitter: 7:34 AM – Jun 9, 2020

A mad man or just an evil man?

I myself felt, that you have to be mindful if you are placing yourself in such a position before riot police, and you have to know there might be conflict.  My views and I watched it many times thought the man moved forward toward the police as a lone protester, he was not lined up peacefully with the crowd or this may not have happened.  In no way did I think it a conspiracy; it was just one foolish old man wanting to get into the limelight.  Did he have the right to move forward alone, hell yes, this is America, we are promised that right.

Trump as he does everything, he goes too far, he moves forward with ridiculous statements then like the coward that he is, retreats.

Senator Lisa Murkowski said that she was stunned with the statement, “Why would you fan the flames?”  Although she was speechless with Trumps tweet, it did not appear to upset Senate Republicans, so Trumps insults continue. 

Republicans continue to ignore Trump; most senators have stopped paying attention to Trump and his tweets. If you do not teach a child how to behave, he will grow up showing behavior problems.  Our child, our President shows that he is entitled to bad behavior; he has been shown that he could do this all his life and get away with it.  This is our county and he is bringing it to its knees with shame.

I would like to see a protest in the magnitude that we have with today’s problem formed against Trump, the Republicans like bad parents will continue to overlook and disregard.  If the “people” want to protest, start with Trump, protest between now and November to assure that he does not get re-elected, vote.

Are Americans satisfied with the shame that he has brought on this country?  Are we a Nation that enjoys seeing our President verbally or physically abusing women?  Do we as a Nation enjoying watching him disrespect the Handi-cap, those less fortunate.  Place immigrants into holding fences tearing their children out of their arms like the holocaust, instead of welcoming them into our county.  The atrocity this man has done in four-years is unfathomable. He is trying to be a dictator, a reincarnate of Hitler.  I only have one thought for him.


However, all this is just my opinion.