~At 22, Leslie Morgan Steiner seemed to have it all: good looks, a Harvard diploma, a glamorous job in New York City. Plus a handsome, funny boyfriend who adored her. But behind her façade of success, this golden girl hid a dark secret. She’d made a mistake shared by millions: she fell in love with the wrong person.—Leslie Morgan Steiner, Crazy Love
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In Memory of Kay
~As I look back on my life so far, everything I’ve experienced has directed me onto the path I am on now—-Kim Sisto Robinson
1980-something.
I come from Minnesota, Nassau, Bahamas, & Carnival Cruise Lines….
…where I drank long island teas, goombay smashes, and dealt black jack to movie stars like Telly Savalas, Louis Gosset Jr., rich oil tycoons, and dirty old men who blew raspberry scented smoke into my face at the old Playboy Club. Once- a man grabbed my ass; so the manager, Orlando Pastrana, ran over and told the creep to “LEAVE MY HOUSE Now!” I appreciated the gesture, although I could’ve protected myself, even at 20 years old.
Kay’s Stone in Row E E
—–How do you plan a rebirth? I’m not sure you do. You just stand in the darkness until you can’t endure it any longer, and then you move forward until you’re standing in the light.” –Ahmir Q. Thompson
When the devil executed my sister, it was like any other day.
BFF Forever.
“The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating.”
― Elizabeth Scott
–I’m sending you over to one of my favorite sites today, Feminine Collective, because, well, my essay, The Heart Always Wants to Keep Beating is there.
In Memory of Kay Kim's Blogs
We Do What We Do To Survive (excuse the last post ) The wrong one went out)
Posted on April 30, 2017——My family copes with my sister’s murder in various degrees.
For example, I make my brain numb for almost a year with merlot, cabernet, pinot noir, Mary Oliver, and Jesus. I can’t walk or breathe after the execution, but I can write. This is my sanity, my death, my new universe.
Credit: N.DallasGazelle
My family copes with my sister’s murder in various degrees.
For example, I make my brain numb for almost a year with merlot, cabernet, pinot noir, Mary Oliver, and Jesus. I can’t walk or breathe after the execution, but I can write. This is my sanity, my death, my new universe.