https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Lisa_Fitzpatrick/Relationships. Our lives are consumed with then - being sucked into them, trying to run away from them, longing for them, and worst of all- being born into them - yes I DO mean family. By way of introduction: I am and will always think of myself as the red haired, freckled-faced skinny, pale Catholic girl who lived on a dead-end street. (The one with the greenish-blue eyes when every other Irish girl at school had navy blue.) Sound exhilaratingly seductive? Well life is and continues to be when ones sense of WHO I am, is painted with mysticism, replete with positive reinforcement for suffering - faith in faith, belief in dogma, crying uncontrollably aside the Stations of the Cross and deceased children's funerals. And with all that boiling - my flamboyant mother had the audacity to drops dead. And there I was- seven years old - looking at my mother - the dark haired, red lipped life force, dressed in a hideous, baby-blue chiffon gown. That could never capture her true style -hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Lisa_Fitzpatrick/642192From: Piper Kelty PiperKelty@hotmail.com Date: Wednesday, June 21, 2000...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Lisa_Fitzpatrick/642017I heard a chink and then a strike. I was jostled. "Hey sleepy head. Hey...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Lisa_Fitzpatrick/641801I drove past Trenton Psychiatric Hospital on Sunday. I always laugh...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Lisa_Fitzpatrick/641655GARY– An Excerpt from Dreams of Igor From: Gary Wintersteen...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Lisa_Fitzpatrick/641544Daddy and Deepak Why did I wake up this morning in new skin? As I awoke,...