Here I am, the Old Crone, livin’ on a mountain top, nuthin’ much happenin’, gettin’ up in the mornin’, gettin’ dressed, takin’ a selfie… And . . . BOOM! MY World Explodes. Why? I get a new dog.
Thank you a bazillion times over for not allowing Commander Crazy Pants to AGAIN try to destroy you. Stand tall Beauty, you have a legion behind you offering our support!!
Your attorneys need to slice a giant hole in his finances, the stupid idiot just doesn't know when to keep his disgusting mouth shut and that is providing them with opportunity after opportunity to go after him in court again, hurray!!
Those shoes you're wearing in the first picture are smoking HOT!!!!! The sharp angle of the toes would be perfect for skewering someone slimy like the Orange Idiot...square in the nether regions!! (That kick would be for all of us who've been victimized and slandered!!)
You are the absolute BOSS in your bravery and tenacity!
Daughter wed last fall, brought dog Tilly to the marriage. Husband brought cat Lilly. They just adopted a tortoise and named him Billy. They are now a family of 5, and it's all working out!. It really is the little things . . . grateful.
Oh, E. Jean. You are a bright light in the universe!!!!! And your universe with your fur babies looks divine, energized by your awesome crusade. Again, you go, Girl! The sun is shining, I awoke to a new day and whatever adventures large and small it holds, all is right with my world and I'm glad you're in it.
I wrote this for/about my granddaughter. Your actions and spirit give me such hope for her future. Thank you!
Take up Space
I watch my three year old granddaughter and am filled with awe and joy. She is wild and free and herself, expounding on every thought that dances into her enormous brain. Running headlong across the lawn, making racecar noises, calling squirrels to come get a snack, pushing the long crazy curly hair from her face, charging into spaces like a goddess. Totally nude. She hates clothing most of the time, except for princess dresses or light up shoes or lion paw slippers. She is raw, free. Her personality is exploding and communing and storming and belonging. She is natural, fearless, and larger than life. She fills spaces. Her life essence is the sky and sea and forests and mountains and rivers. She is rushing water and scudding clouds and waving branches. She is crashing surf and blazing sun and supernova. She powers a family, her neighborhood, nature itself.
How long before she starts to shrink herself? How long before her thoughts tell her that she is too tall, too loud, too Nora? How long before she sees herself as a problem, a nuisance, a tenant who is here only at the generosity of a male world? How long before this culture teaches her that she can only take up a tiny space, that she must give way to the magnitude of another? How long?
I hope it’s never. I hope she burns large and bright, eclipsing all the shadow walls trying to contain her. I hope she is different from me.
Punitive damages until he stops--50 million might do it nicely. Love your upstate outfit, especially those shoes! Here in NY’s neighbor we have lilacs blooming and the occasional frost warning still. The mountains are cool still, but it’s lovely. Most trees have leaved and the hummingbirds are back.
What am i doing to shake things up? Heading east to NYC and then upstate for a recon mission on relocation. It is time for me to come home after 50 years all over the place. Looking to buy a big old house and settle in.
Nothing much. Still trying to decode the mysteries of life. Still mystified by human behavior. Still marveling at the talents of musicians, artists, poets, dancers, and movie directors. Still inspired by the genius of architects, interior designers, landscapers and engineers. Still appreciative of piano teachers, ice skating instructors, vintners and chefs. Still wondering why my prayers aren't being answered and certain morally bankrupt politicians are still walking among us. Heavy sigh. I guess, that's life.
Loose Lips sink ships! The Orange Putrid Pustule's arrogant sociopathic lying reptilian brain simply cannot keep his ego and putrid puckered petty lips in check long enough to have a Cup of STFU. Each cup of STFU will cost him more with each pour.
I was hoping Ms. Kaplan and your wonderful self would legally pursue the Putrid Pustule's inability to STFU. The Putrid Pustule (Mr. PP) has a modus operandi to tell as many lies in rapid fire succession to as many who ears as he can in an attempt to exhaust his opponents and victims. Screw That! As for me...so much since Feb going on...my 88 year old Father got Pneumonia (you know what THAT is like E.Jean and so do I! Unlike us, my father hates drinking water. So I had to stay with him and nurse him back to health. Nursing him back to some semblance of health was a trial...and so was having my guest room next to tv room where he blasts Fox news. Yes Conflab...my father voted and has sent Donald Trump money for his campaigns. MON DIEU! In 2019 I saw a Trump Christmas card on my father's Kitchen table. I nearly fainted. It is a truly hideous thing to be a woman who loathes every molecule of Trump and have a father who voted for him TWICE and DONATED TO HIM TOO. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. My mother is in assisted living for Dementia. If she still had her brain working my father would be more covert with his political affiliations. My dear Momma told me once a long time ago when I asked her how they could be married for so long and be so opposed politically... she said, "Well dear, every election my vote cancels out your father's vote".
We need to continue cancelling Trump. It is exhausting to fight evil bastards like Trump. But I am so grateful you have the courage and pluck to do so with an amazing legal team to right the wrongs!
As his hatred of dogs is well known, I think it’s safe to say that Miss Havisham is NOT HIS TYPE!
Go E Jean Go!!!!!
Thank you a bazillion times over for not allowing Commander Crazy Pants to AGAIN try to destroy you. Stand tall Beauty, you have a legion behind you offering our support!!
Your attorneys need to slice a giant hole in his finances, the stupid idiot just doesn't know when to keep his disgusting mouth shut and that is providing them with opportunity after opportunity to go after him in court again, hurray!!
Those shoes you're wearing in the first picture are smoking HOT!!!!! The sharp angle of the toes would be perfect for skewering someone slimy like the Orange Idiot...square in the nether regions!! (That kick would be for all of us who've been victimized and slandered!!)
You are the absolute BOSS in your bravery and tenacity!
My newest book appears to have launched really well. An author can't hope for more.
And you, Ms. Carroll, are a kick-him-in-his-fat-ass HERO.
Daughter wed last fall, brought dog Tilly to the marriage. Husband brought cat Lilly. They just adopted a tortoise and named him Billy. They are now a family of 5, and it's all working out!. It really is the little things . . . grateful.
You should increase your lawsuit by $5 million every time Trump writes a post about you, my Shero
Oh, E. Jean. You are a bright light in the universe!!!!! And your universe with your fur babies looks divine, energized by your awesome crusade. Again, you go, Girl! The sun is shining, I awoke to a new day and whatever adventures large and small it holds, all is right with my world and I'm glad you're in it.
I wrote this for/about my granddaughter. Your actions and spirit give me such hope for her future. Thank you!
Take up Space
I watch my three year old granddaughter and am filled with awe and joy. She is wild and free and herself, expounding on every thought that dances into her enormous brain. Running headlong across the lawn, making racecar noises, calling squirrels to come get a snack, pushing the long crazy curly hair from her face, charging into spaces like a goddess. Totally nude. She hates clothing most of the time, except for princess dresses or light up shoes or lion paw slippers. She is raw, free. Her personality is exploding and communing and storming and belonging. She is natural, fearless, and larger than life. She fills spaces. Her life essence is the sky and sea and forests and mountains and rivers. She is rushing water and scudding clouds and waving branches. She is crashing surf and blazing sun and supernova. She powers a family, her neighborhood, nature itself.
How long before she starts to shrink herself? How long before her thoughts tell her that she is too tall, too loud, too Nora? How long before she sees herself as a problem, a nuisance, a tenant who is here only at the generosity of a male world? How long before this culture teaches her that she can only take up a tiny space, that she must give way to the magnitude of another? How long?
I hope it’s never. I hope she burns large and bright, eclipsing all the shadow walls trying to contain her. I hope she is different from me.
Take up space, Nora. Take up all.the.space.
Grateful for you. <3
Thankful for your courage and bravery!!! I have two rescues myself!!! The very best kind ❣️❣️❣️
This is how the Trump ends, not with a bang but a whimper?!
Drip, drip, drip...
Punitive damages until he stops--50 million might do it nicely. Love your upstate outfit, especially those shoes! Here in NY’s neighbor we have lilacs blooming and the occasional frost warning still. The mountains are cool still, but it’s lovely. Most trees have leaved and the hummingbirds are back.
I 💗 your dog! So adorable.
What am i doing to shake things up? Heading east to NYC and then upstate for a recon mission on relocation. It is time for me to come home after 50 years all over the place. Looking to buy a big old house and settle in.
Nothing much. Still trying to decode the mysteries of life. Still mystified by human behavior. Still marveling at the talents of musicians, artists, poets, dancers, and movie directors. Still inspired by the genius of architects, interior designers, landscapers and engineers. Still appreciative of piano teachers, ice skating instructors, vintners and chefs. Still wondering why my prayers aren't being answered and certain morally bankrupt politicians are still walking among us. Heavy sigh. I guess, that's life.
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I’m waiting for tomorrow! 💃🎉🫣
You’re right, the amended complaint did have a certain beauty, like putting the stitches on a quilt. You, my dear, are inspirational ❤️
Loose Lips sink ships! The Orange Putrid Pustule's arrogant sociopathic lying reptilian brain simply cannot keep his ego and putrid puckered petty lips in check long enough to have a Cup of STFU. Each cup of STFU will cost him more with each pour.
I was hoping Ms. Kaplan and your wonderful self would legally pursue the Putrid Pustule's inability to STFU. The Putrid Pustule (Mr. PP) has a modus operandi to tell as many lies in rapid fire succession to as many who ears as he can in an attempt to exhaust his opponents and victims. Screw That! As for me...so much since Feb going on...my 88 year old Father got Pneumonia (you know what THAT is like E.Jean and so do I! Unlike us, my father hates drinking water. So I had to stay with him and nurse him back to health. Nursing him back to some semblance of health was a trial...and so was having my guest room next to tv room where he blasts Fox news. Yes Conflab...my father voted and has sent Donald Trump money for his campaigns. MON DIEU! In 2019 I saw a Trump Christmas card on my father's Kitchen table. I nearly fainted. It is a truly hideous thing to be a woman who loathes every molecule of Trump and have a father who voted for him TWICE and DONATED TO HIM TOO. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. My mother is in assisted living for Dementia. If she still had her brain working my father would be more covert with his political affiliations. My dear Momma told me once a long time ago when I asked her how they could be married for so long and be so opposed politically... she said, "Well dear, every election my vote cancels out your father's vote".
We need to continue cancelling Trump. It is exhausting to fight evil bastards like Trump. But I am so grateful you have the courage and pluck to do so with an amazing legal team to right the wrongs!
🙏🏻💗 jennifer