The problem with my brain and the Epstein files is noticing patterns and being unable to stop looking.

Everyone talks about “pizza” but I want to talk about the DENTIST. No one on this planet has ever used the word more in emails or among friends. His last gf was a dentist from Belarus. But she was listed as his executive assistant in 2018. She got most of his money. He left her a 33 carat ring. More than Ghislaine. He had a dental chair creepy room on his island.

There are 1,700 entries that use the word in the file.

What do we think this means?


This goes on for decades. All his friends talk to him about being at the dentist. Why.

Google the curator Jacquiline Creswell.

You’ll see what she’s done to cathedrals across England.

Take a wild guess if she’s a Christian.

https://twitter.com/phmbaker/status/1976533446307495979

I’m crying 20% less today so I can *begin* to have a conversation about the road ahead.

First steps: everyone in your sphere of influence celebrating the assassination of a fellow American in front of his family must be removed from positions of influence and authority particularly with children. This means we have to ALL get off our butt and make the phone call. Send the email. If this is not acceptable we are the ones to make it so. Now. Not later. So split up territory and get to work. My backyard is Alaska. If you work in Alaska with children and you are celebrating a political assassination of a mainstream father and Christian I am making it my business to remove you from your position.

Telling dysregulated people online the same thing I tell my children when dysregulated. You’re allowed to feel your feelings. Actually I encourage it. Trying to inflict your feelings on me is not the same as sharing them with me. You don’t get to try to make me feel bad because you feel bad. I am not participating in this spiral. I’m here when you want me to listen. If you’re being a jerk I’m not available. It’s not on the menu of things you can do with this big feelings. Totally up to you. I’m not the enemy. I’m not your punching bag. I’m not the easy tension valve to release rage because I love you unconditionally. I’ll love your ass unconditionally from another room.

After 48 hours of hyper focus on abusive priest psych profiles from early in their seminarian years I would say the most common word used to describe these men by their teachers is “immature”. It comes up repeatedly across different states/jurisdictions. Immature. Interesting. It comes up in positive recommendations. It comes up in letters of concern.

My parents didn’t have me tested for autism or anything as a child I just got labeled “gifted”, but if my brain can do anything it is find patterns within a large amount of information. My brain goes on little adventures. Today my adventure was somewhat strange, but follow me. You ever notice how some folks just give you the genuine ick? You know how someone comes out and says you know that guy bad touched me at sleep-away camp in 1972 and absolutely everyone says WE KNEW THAT GUY WAS A CREEPER. Often they didn’t have words to articulate that.

I’m so tired of these high efficiency, low energy, low water washing machines. I want high heat industrial strength water torching my clothes into the next dimension of clean. I want maximum suds. I want spin. I want AGITATION. I don’t want my clothes smelling like 1969 Woodstock I want to smell like lavender and bleach made a baby and that baby has obliterated the last remaining germ on my son’s hoodie. Now if you dirty commies want to wash your clothes with sunshine and vinegar that’s your damn business but leave me out of it.

Sure. Your daughter will get grumpy on a random Tuesday at 11 years old and stay grumpy. She will try to quit swim team. She will stop sleeping as well. She will be really obnoxious. You’ll want to ground her. She’ll be punished and stay rude. It’s weird. She is not usually like that. You’ll try and talk to them and they’ll tell you it’s fine and nothing is wrong. She’ll be annoyed you asked. Eye rolls. Nothing is wrong. Finally you’ll catch her in a moment of weakness. You’ll hear her crying in the bathroom. Walk in and she’s miserable. She’s going to tell you something wild. The girls at school said she was the biggest one in the swim team a month ago and she’s been trying to suck her stomach in for 8 hours a day at school for a whole month. She isn’t even chubby but one joke in the swim team dressing room has ruined her mood and self esteem like Hiroshima for feelings. This is when you sit down and tell her that everything her body, does, feels, and grows is perfectly normal and good. She’s vulnerable right now because parents want to dismiss and diminish. Do not. This is feelings Hiroshima. This is the only thing that matters to her. This post brought to you by years of parenting girls. Girls have this moment.

Marriage tip of the evening in honor of Christmas Eve:

Do not set your spouse up for failure. I know it feels good to be *right* while they’re *wrong* but hear me out. My husband forgot that we planned to sneak out after the kids went to bed and go pick up the couch we got for my daughter’s room. She’s a little interior decorator and she’s been asking forever. Of course we were watching the Grinch and so the kids stayed up later than usual. He was getting ready for bed and I said wait don’t go to bed the boys are going with you to get the couch. When I tell you his face fell and he looked ready to pick a fight. Lu no this is absurd we aren’t going to sneak a couch inside at 10:00 pm with the boys. I said yes we are it’s the present she’ll love the most. He was deeply annoyed. He said just take the boys they are strong enough to do it you don’t need me. Now I could have made him the asshole and done that but see I believe in the need to KNOW THYSELF and I know how my heart works. I said yes I know I could but see hun if you don’t go and I go with the boys by myself I’ll make up a story in my head about how much more I care about Christmas magic and I wrapped and planned more and you are the asshole and I’m the best mom and see the thing is I’ll secretly resent you. So would you please get the couch with me? He did. He kissed me goodnight when we got home and went to bed. Crisis averted. Know when your spouse steps on a secret resentment landmine and warn them. Do it because you love them more than being the good guy and being right. I need you to ______ or I’ll resent it is a powerful knowing of yourself that saves marriages. So if you saw me in town with my husband and the boys in my Christmas pajamas tonight no you didn’t ok

A group of us took my oldest son to a local bar last night to have a competition to see who could be his best wingman (or winglady). We laughed and spent way too much money. Naturally I devastated the competition. Low IQ terminally online people mock me for being a trad wife… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… We were buying our second round and my son said “I have to tell you something…. I started drinking at 19” to which my friend Ryan pipes up “it took you that long look at this loser” ummmm I invented drinking in high school calm down sir your bedroom was full of anime we knew it… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…

If you see this book in your public library or a school you should remove it. I’m going to leave it up to your judgement how to do that. The follow pages I’ve removed should sufficiently explain why. This book is for minors under 18. This is outrageous. WARNING EXTREMELY GRAPHIC. I’ve read it’s specifically for ages 14-17 but also from the authors:
Whatever your age hmm I wonder what kind of content this will be? What can we learn???

Several years ago learned a lesson on my opinion vs the Church that stuck. I spent a few years in the Fr. Martin Jesuit school of figuring out Catholicism by making it what I wanted. I went to confession after my divorce from my ex-wife. My priest was sitting with me on the front… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… You can’t request an annulment if your marriage isn’t recognized. Trust me, I tried.