Across the Bay Girl

It was 1989 when I was born at a Catholic hospital in Mobile, Alabama. At the time, I was the first born daughter of my parents. I ended up being an only child thanks to that terrible, awful C-Word. We lived in a trailer park in Theodore, Alabama or as my monster-in-law called it, The Odor. We moved into a white two-story creole house just behind Nan Gray Davis Elementary school when I was 4 or so. I left my best friend Buzz behind when we moved across the bay to Summerdale. To speed things up I moved in the following order from Summerdale: Silverhill, West Mobile, Silverhill, Silverhill again, and finally to Loxley.

I'm the across the bay girl since 1989.

I've tried so many different handwritten journals. But, I can never get the handwriting just right. Or, the color of the pen doesn't look right. Sometimes, it's the handwriting.

However, it didn't work out because deep, deeeeeep down I want people to read my story. Be it loneliness, revenge, or healing, I'm going to finally succumb to the ever nagging notion to blog.

Hopefully, you'll find some sort of relief from your problems while you read about mine. There isn't a scale of whose trauma is worse or more heinous. Legally there is, but that's not how I personally view traumatic events. If you or I feel traumatized, IT IS TRAUMA.

Come sip some tea with me. Names have been modified by a few letters but hopefully those involved will be able to identify themselves. Hopefully to their horror of course. Cue the revenge.