They are like colorful wonderful balloons, balloons that I had to let go of and for them to go were the wind my take them and hope that it will take them to a happy place. From" Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusions Of It all."
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
I can say that "I didn't start the fire." Dad did and that is when all the trouble started in my autobio"Portraits Of an American Family And The Illusions Of It all. www.charleneheckert.blogspot.com
It's a well known fact that in the animal kingdoms that if the mother giver birth to an imperfect offspring that one of the parent will destory it, I was that imperfect offspring.
From "Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusions Of It All."
Picture is of my mother when she lived in Kaysvill, Ut. Behind her is the wooden shack that she lived in.
From "Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusions Of It All."
Picture is of my mother when she lived in Kaysvill, Ut. Behind her is the wooden shack that she lived in.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
We were being held against our will down in the basement and there were no way out. The four walls were made of cement and the floor of dirt, there were no stairs to climb on and it had neither doors nor windows to escape from, as I waited for someone from a higher power to release us...
From "Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusions Of It All."
From "Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusions Of It All."
Saturday, April 21, 2012
She showed up at my door wearing the ugliest and most hideous old orange minus buttons coat that she could find, looking like an homeless person asking if she could move in to my garage. Something told me not to let her into my life...
From~"Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusions Of It All."
From~"Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusions Of It All."
Friday, April 20, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Just when I think I have nothing left to say in my book "Portraits Of An american Family And The Illusions Of It All." I find that I have something more to say. I just might hit the 20,000 word mark after all. I fell that I am being guided by a higher power to write what I am writing. I hope that the higher power is guiding me to a publisher.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
As soon as I was able to walk I was sent outdoors and I would wander around the neighborhood as young as two. I don't know if I felt safer outside or if my mom didn't want to be bother with me or maybe a little of both, but most of my very young childhood memory as a toddler was that of me wandering around outside observing the beauth of nature and enjoying every moment of it. The thought of going home only entered my mind was when my stomach told me that it was time to eat. It was amazing, looking back on it that I wasn't kidnapped or heaven forbid, if I fell into a hole. I don't think my mother would of missed me or cared just as long as I left her a lone with her books or watching TV. As sad and strange as it was I think those times of me wandering alone were my happiest moments.
From~ " Portraits Of An American Family and The Illusions Of It All."
From~ " Portraits Of An American Family and The Illusions Of It All."
Monday, April 9, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
I don't think that writting my book "Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusion Of It." Is no different than Mark Twin Accout of American life during the late 1800 century. My book is just an account of Amercian life during the 21 century and hopfully it will be acceptable as an understand and a helpful learning tool for those who will read it. Over 17,000 words and still counting and playing the waiting game.
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