We’ve been relatively busy with many different things recently. Our life has been hectic quite a bit. Our therapy and general health are not doing quite well. We are in a wheelchair. We’ve been in one for some time now, and our health is getting worse. We are in the process of writing two stories at the same time. We are writing one based on the abuse we suffered from childhood to adulthood. The other is about how twin brothers are very different. one is a geek and closet gay. The family is catholic. I’m not sure how to write the true life story yet. It is slow writing. It helps get out the emotions and feelings we dealt with through childhood into adulthood.
It’s trouble dealing with thanksgiving and what it did to our emotions from eleven to twelve years ago. Our mother-in-law died of cancer. She was more than our (MIL) Mother-in-law. She was my mom; she meant the world to us. She showered us with love and taught us that not all Catholics are bad. We knew when we arrived here in Indiana that we were in a safe place. Our partner was our hero.
British Writer on American Soil 
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