Diary of A Bag Lady

Wet Cement It smells like rain.   I used to not know what the smell of rain was, but now that I’m Called, I know: It’s wet cement.   Wet ce...

I’ve had better years.   Yesterday, I ran into a former student at the Sheriff’s Work Program.   For those of you who are productive member...

I wandered the halls of Saint Francis Memorial Psychiatric Hospital to see what the drugs were doing to me.   They kept testing different o...

Diary of A Bag Lady: Diary of A Bag Lady

The Flattening Sept. 1987 It’s happening again. No, please, God, don’t let this be happening again. “Let go of me!” These orderlies are grab...

The Seclusion Muffle By Diana Grippo I am looking at the squidly man with tentacles coming out of his sleeves and ink-black hair. He is evil...

Book Proposal Prep Notes Title: Diary of A Bag Lady By Diana Grippo 1) The Point: Mental illness is a spiritual emergency and should not be ...