An avid, lifetime reader of non-fiction, true crime, horror, sci-fi, history, classic literature and more. An amateur writer finally taking time in my life to write.
Belle Gunness the Midwest Murderess
Belle Gunness was born Brynhild Paulsdatter Storseth in 1859, Norway. She was the youngest of eight children and while not much was known of her life in Norway, we know that she was a very hard-worker from a young age. She worked on neighboring farms by milking and herding cattle to save up enough money to immigrate to the US in 1881 at age 21. She ended up in Chicago and joined an older sister that had already come to America several years prior.
I'm Child-Free and I'm Not Ashamed
Today is Mother’s Day, and I am reminded again of how our society still hasn’t caught up to the year 2021. In a year where “a family” come in all sizes, shapes and forms, I am still told that I am “abnormal” because I’m a woman and don’t have children. Why do child-free women still have to deal with complete strangers asking us questions about our life and choices? When someone finds out we haven’t procreated yet, we get a sad pity look followed by a reassuring comment to not worry, it will happen soon. Please, I beg you to NOT be those people! Do not ask why a woman hasn’t had a child yet and don’t follow it with that comment! For all you know that woman could have been trying for several years to have a child and they could have had several miscarriages or they could have been told they are completely infertile and will never have a child of their own.
My Body is Defective and I want an Upgrade
My Body is Defective and I want an Upgrade My body is my own worst enemy. It has unexplained quirks; defective issues and it is deserving of a recall. How I wished that I could just trade it in on a cyborg-style, titanium steel body frame and AI type covering from the sci-fi movies. I would not have to worry about arthritis and chronic pain any more. My hypermobile joints would be fixed and no longer a concern when I walk or even happen to stretch wrong. I could go to the grocery store and shopping without breaking out into a hyperhidrosis sweat for no reason and without warning.
My 2020 I was completely lost before 2020 and during 2020 for that matter. I was in a mentally and verbally abusive relationship, I hated my job, I transferred to something different and hated it more. I was to the point that I felt imprisoned every single day. I was in a constant see-saw of anxiety and depression and I had no option to get out because I had bills and I had to work.
The tiny dust angels floated up into view as I shoved the old, creaky wooden door open and the sunlight streamed inside the old Victorian home. It was bittersweet finally being back inside the old home. It had been my grandmother’s haven for the last 30 years of her life. In the last 10 years she never left the confines of her beloved home except for the occasional doctor’s appointment. She had hired a personal assistant, home health nurse and a maid ten years ago and decided she no longer needed to leave her safe space if she could afford to pay people to do her chores, self-care and grocery shopping. I had taken off work for two weeks and drove out quickly to the small coastal town when I had received the phone call from her personal assistant, Karen.