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The Hoarder Next-Door


I didn't know anything about hoarding until September 7. That's when I moved into a new house in a new town...directly next-door to a hoarder.

I wouldn't have moved in next-door to a hoarder if I had realized she was a hoarder. No, HAZMAT came just before we moved in and cleared out her backyard. She seemed like a nice old lady with some old lady-like stuff on her porch, at worst, when we got here. Things have slowly gotten worse in the past two months. The view from my kitchen window is bags of trash, old animal carriers, boxes, clothes...
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Et tu, Gene Simmons? Oy vey!


Admission: I kind of like KISS music. I kind of like Gene Simmons. Some aspects of him, anyway.
I never joined the KISS Army like my husband did in the 70's - wait, I wasn't alive in the 70's - but after 15 years of being married to a man who starts jumping around the room every time he finds out the band is going on tour, I've found a few tunes I actually enjoy.

I loved...
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You Can’t Make People Wake Up. Only Evil Coffee Can Do That.


 

I had the most interesting conversation the other night on Twitter, and I couldn't wait to blog about it here, but I had to give it some extra thought, first.

When someone starts talking about demons at Starbucks, my ears prick up. That's my personality. I'm one of those people who listen in on others' conversations at Red Robin, and I chime in on conversations at the grocery store. This guy - who leads a...
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Let God Do His Thing


 

A few years ago, there was a couple living in our building that made life miserable. We'll call them Ann and Bob.

They fought, sometimes physically, at all hours of the day and night. Bob was bipolar, but make no mistake - you can be bipolar and still be a jerk and the two are not always mutually exclusive. Doors slammed constantly, there was always screaming, things got thrown... including the Ann. One night, very late, my husband and I heard a crash, followed by sobbing. Bob had thrown Ann through a glass table and she was covered in blood and shards of glass. After he realized what he did, he overdosed on booze and pills and my husband stayed with him to make sure he was breathing while I comforted Ann. She admitted to me that he had punched her in the chest, but refused to discuss it with the police.
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Tell Me About You

I want to hear your stories.

If you've been hurt by other Christians and/or churches that didn't respond well to your mental illness, tell me about it.
If you were helped, loved, and supported by a church or ministry, I want to hear that, too. I want the good AND the bad.

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