Jodi (she/her) ⋅ 60 ⋅
Agnostic. Non-religious. Pro-choice. GLBT+ supporter. Psychic. Polyglot. Passionate about writing, books, and adult coloring. Lover of culinary experiments, fitness journeys, and aromatic experiences. VR & AI enthusiast. Coffee and wine snob.
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Jumping back to mid-2010, in July, my “relationship” with Marie ended. She often became delusional and accusatory when paranoid, and it just got old. She was also very immature in many ways, and...
Early 2010: Tom has been laid off for nearly 17 months. I appreciate not having to worry about him being on the road so much and enjoy seeing him have more time for the things he loves. But eve...
I sent a letter to Andy’s sister Marla since I couldn’t find his address, asking her to say hello to him for me. I admitted that moving away without telling him where I’d gone had been mean and ...
I’ve often been told I’m very smart. Yet even the smartest people can make poor decisions at times, and so I responded to Tammy’s brief Facebook message in early 2009 saying that she hoped I was...
NOTE: This section updated March 2010. It has been nearly two years since we left the motel and moved into the secluded little trailer in the woods. I was battling a bad case of post-traumatic ...
The following morning, Saturday, Tom checked the ad for the Auburn trailer and found they’d left a number to call either Maryann or Jesse. He called Maryann first and left a message. She called ...
Each day Tom returned from work, stopping at the mailbox on the way to the motel to tell me the card still hadn’t arrived, was heart-wrenching. I felt increasingly doomed, out of sorts, physical...
We spent about six hours loading the rental truck we would drive down to Sacramento, attaching a trailer to pull our own vehicle behind. By 3:00 p.m., we finally left Oregon for the last time on...
Written in 2007 Not long after we left the duplex, I entered my 40s and in late August, we found a small house to rent for just $450 a month on the edge of downtown. The neighborhood was older ...
Written in 2005 When we left the land and the RV for good, we feared the man who sold us the property might hassle us about it. Surprisingly, he allowed us to sign the land back over to him. By...
Note: This section was written in 2005 and edited in 2024 for sharing. With tears streaming down my face, we left the mountain on September 7th. I felt beaten, helpless, and hopeless. It seemed...
On Friday, June 11th, 2004, one day before our move-out date, I tearfully walked out of the house for the last time and into the RV. I had lived in Arizona for exactly twelve years and two days....
NOTE: This section was written in 2005 and edited in 2024. The year 2005 has just begun, and I’ve been through some very drastic changes in the last few years. We lost our big, beautiful house ...
NOTE: This next section was updated in 2002 and edited for sharing in 2024. I’ve been home for ten months now, and so far, there have been no additional legal problems—nothing major, anyway. Ho...
It was New Year’s Day when Palma moved me to M Dorm and into Mary’s cell. After I told Mary that I liked Palma, we debated whether Palma was straight or could possibly be bi. Then Mary told me s...
Most of the DOs were either cool or indifferent, but there were some who reveled in their power. Also, most of the DOs were women, but there was one male DO named Bergman whom I absolutely could...
Ida, a 60-year-old from Germany, was my longest cellmate. We shared a cell for a month. I didn’t know it at the time because she wouldn’t tell me, but she was in for burglary and theft. I found ...
The night I panicked, I practically fell against the chain-link fence surrounding the desk where Officer Rule sat. Something must have wanted me to live that night, because I’d thrown myself at ...
Many urged me to turn to God after receiving the insane sentence I did. Yet, my hatred towards Him only deepened. If God existed, allowing this to happen to me—on top of everything else I’d alre...
During the twelve hours I spent in Florence jail, I was at least grateful I had quit smoking—I didn’t have to deal with craving a cigarette on top of the shock of learning the charges against me...
We had barely been in the house a few days when a knock on the door jolted me from a sound sleep on the morning of January 5th, at 10:30 AM. I peered out the window and saw a cop standing at the...
The fact that a guy named Steven sold our house for a surprising $83,500—just shy of our asking price of $85,000—only two weeks after it hit the market raised a red flag in my mind and sent my b...
As much as I cherished my husband, it became evident that we were not entirely compatible in the bedroom. This realization weighed heavily on me, along with the fear of infertility. The thought ...
By April 1993, after ten months at Vista Ventana, I had enough of the rude residents and management. It was time to move on. I did most of my moving late at night, always making sure to casually...
Stacey was my biggest problem at the first complex I lived in during my time in Arizona, along with twenty-six-year-old Andrea (Andi), the woman living next to me in Andy’s building. Through And...
