SOME names have been Changed to Protect the Innocent

First of all my favorite high school teacher, Mrs. Gloria Nixon John wrote a new book of poetry on Amazon. My Journalism teacher, god I can’t remember her name should be commended as well. I worked on a high school paper called THE NORTHEND. My boss at Washtenaw Community College a professor named Carrie Shaw should be commended. So should Tom Zimmerman who works at the writing center. Ernesto should also be given a shout-out! My favorite student Annie should be commended for meeting me at a restaurant and telling me I changed her life.

Secondly, my other favorite Teacher Mrs. Pavich was just an amazing teacher and should be commended here. My Professor David Plante who has many works out should be known as the best professor I ever had. Mary Gordan was also amazing. They both have many works out.

Because teachers are not loved enough, respected enough, or paid enough. AT ALL. This is bullshit and we all know it. STOP this NOW.

Now I’m about to tell you something that’s going to be shocking to some of you. Some of you who have never met me will not be shocked at all, some of you will be. It all depends on who you are to me. Are you a stranger, do you know me, are you my mother or father or sister? Are you my best friends, I have many, are you an ex-boyfriend? DID YOU GO TO SCHOOL WITH ME? in high school or college? I have a few friends from school. WHO ARE YOU TO ME? Are you an old friend? Where do you live? Far away, or nearby? Are you the parents of my friends? THAT is a very important one, I have a lot of friends. AGAIN PLEASE DON’T CALL MY HOME. as my mother doesn’t read my blog. you can call me directly. WE ARE HAVING A CRISIS RIGHT NOW. you can call my mother’s cell phone if you are worried about my dad.

By the way, good friends of mine have commented on my use of grammar. I am intentionally misusing it, That is why no one will publish my books, they would be a disaster to edit. So I’m going to self-publish. Men are the publishers, men don’t understand women.

Here we go:

Good Morning America,

I’m still in Michigan, at my home, safe and sound. No worries there. I am better off taking the medicine as I suspected, I’m calmer and better with my mother and father and the caregiver, who I have to get the house looking perfect for my Aunt who is coming into town. She is a godsend. I have a picture of her holding me as a baby in front of the Taj Mahal on my blog. 

After reading my last blog about my father being sick, his entire family has been calling us. My cousin’s wife even offered to make and bring us food. I will admit I had one last blowout fight with my mom yesterday evening. I think it was the fight to end all fights.  

I read the blog post about my father to my father. He said, “Thank you Nina, you speak too highly of me.” Then he proceeded to take a shit on his enema. Poor guy has to shit in front of his daughter and the whole hospital crew of young beautiful women who are cleaning up his shit with their own hands. Wearing gloves, but come on, this is reality, I did it without gloves at home, people asked me why and no one understood i didn’t want to make daddy feel dirty. 

Of course, I’m taking my meds. It’s working out beautifully, as god and God must have suspected. I thought I wouldn’t hear them if I took medicine. When I get manic I think that ugly spirits are, how do I say this, they are coming into my soul…and also a medical thing is happening to the receptors in my brain, doctors and nurses, and others who are reading this. The medicine helps keep the bad guys away. Especially those in psychiatry, and other regular doctors, stay in your lane. Nurse practitioners as well, stay in your lane if you are not a psyche nurse, stop acting like one. THEY keep putting phopets, gurus, healers, and wonderful people into insane asylums. The dreamers, the singers, the writers, the artists, the poets. STOP THIS NOW.

“All the world is a stage, each one giving their entrances and exits—Shakespeare. I do want to quit Academia and be a full-time guru. What’s funny is my dad had this idea before I did, he said I should become a guru and become filthy rich since most of my audience was in India at the time. The man knows what’s up, and what’s even funnier, Isabella told me she’s on dad’s side. Anyway’s she’s on Dad’s boat that I should be a guru and one last request, very last I promise… Ha ha, I have to think that was divinely inspired, I have to! THERE IS A GOD PEOPLE. HE IS REAL. I am a fiction writer for a reason it seems, things are not always clear to me right away, it’s possible you have made connections far before I ever have. 

i got to go wash my hair and dry it, it’s winter, it’s snowing outside, it’s breathtakingly beautiful. But my dad is waiting for me at the hospital to watch him do physical therapy, he walked really well today, he is very proud of himself. My mom, sister and I are so proud of him. thank fucking god. And God. 

Sachiko, “I believe that children are our future, keep them well and let them lead the way, show them all the beauty they possess inside, give them a sense of pride, to make it easier. Let the children’s laughter, remind us how we used to be…”—Whitney Houston. 

Ok, just an aside, me and god are like holy shit, this being in tune with god shit actually works. Holy fucking shit. 

I gave the link of my website to Jane, she will understand a lot more now than I can ever tell her in one session.

Good Morning Vietnam!—Robin Williams

Oh! My! Gaawwwd–god and me. 

nina 

THE GODDESS is editing this for me.

nina

Wait I promised you some pics. I am a woman of my word. Wedding pics. Here we go: