The following articles were authored by rosie

grace

Dear Sue Klebold,
I was injured at Columbine High School in 1999. As you know, your son Dylan, and his classmate, Eric Harris, killed 13 people and then themselves. You are releasing a book called, “A Mother’s Reckoning”, and are appearing tomorrow on the TV program 20/20 to talk about what happened and what your son did. I have only two instances to form an opinion on you and they are as follows:
1. You and your husband wrote me a letter a few months after I was paralyzed saying how sorry you were. It was genuine and personal. The Harris letter, on the other hand, was four sentences long on a folded up piece of paper, and was cold and robotic. To refresh your memory, your letter read like this:
“Dear Anne Marie,
Our prayers have been with you each day as we read about the terrible ordeal you and your family have experienced. We read that you had been transferred to Craig Hospital, and we were so thankful that you had progressed to the point where you could enter a rehabilitation facility. Though we have never met, our lives are forever linked through this tragedy that has brought unspeakable heartbreak to our families and our community. With deepest humility we apologize for the role our son, Dylan, had in causing the suffering you and your family have endured. Your recovery process will be a long and difficult road, and we hope that the support of people all over the world will help you find strength and courage as you meet the many challenges you have yet to face. When we read reports of your progress, we marvel at your resolve. It is still terribly difficult for us to believe that the son we knew could play a role in causing harm to you and others. The reality that he shared in the responsibility for this senseless tragedy is beyond our comprehension. We offer our love, support, and service as you and your family work to gain control over your lives. May God watch over you during your recovery process and beyond. May each day bring you successes, however small, that bring you hope and encouragement.
Sincerely,
Sue and Tom Klebold
2. I was contacted by ABC to comment for the 20/20 special and they told me that any proceeds from your book (aside from publisher’s costs) will go to helping those with mental illness. Six months after Columbine happened, my mother, Carla, committed suicide. She was already suffering from depression so the shootings didn’t directly cause her to do what she did, but it certainly didn’t help. It means a lot to me that you wouldn’t keep those proceeds for yourself, but to help others that suffer from mental illness.
I think it’s appropriate that the program that you are appearing on is named “20/20”. Hindsight is truly 20/20 and I’m sure you have agonized over what you could have done differently. I know, because I do the same thing with trying to think of ways I could have prevented my mother’s death. I have no ill-will towards you. Just as I wouldn’t want to be judged by the sins of my family members, I hold you in that same regard. It’s been a rough road for me, with many medical issues because of my spinal cord injury and intense nerve pain, but I choose not to be bitter towards you. A good friend once told me, “Bitterness is like swallowing a poison pill and expecting the other person to die.” It only harms yourself. I have forgiven you and only wish you the best.
Sincerely,
Anne Marie Hochhalter

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mother

i have forgotten how to blog
write
do this thing
i used to

no more time
no more need maybe
real life trumps virtual
in all forms

in my craft house
first time in 4 ever
here i would hibernate
sun on all sides

in the winter
i have tense conversations with all
about the darkness
lights r brought in

my studio – playground – garden
organized chaos
a rich persons insanity
written on the walls

adele is blasting on my computer
loud as apple will allow
it is never loud enough 4 me
she n james = it

mothers spirit
travels through her
the one she loved above all others
this – she said – is art

the whole woman
perfectly real authentic beauty
political passionate
she

the one by whom all others r measured
real or imagined
dead or alive
mom

my mother had nick knack shelves
type setters trays
she bought tiny things
for the empty spaces

when i think of home …

waiting in the rain
adele blares
i will be ur remedy
another mass shooting

when the pain cuts u deep
my son in a blue lives matter t
as i merge into the black body
between the world and me

my mouth bleeds
new crowns on swollen gums
porcelain placed and pounded
perfect and numb

in nyack
u text
as talking has always
left u vexed

come on by
flys thru my thumbs
without thought
our love aint water under the bridge

the baby curled
on the cocoa leather couch
the code given
enter – again

u r with a man
10 years ur senior
20 years my junior
from my home town

he offers his hand
eyes down
he has been here before
somehow familiar

his mother –
he confesses
is bi polar
his dad dead

a swamp person
like us
he has survived
many fires

i take u in
ripped blacks jeans
on a starved small frame
let me photograph u in this light

ur arms now marked
like mine
ink stained pain
to define u

i read today
joyce maynard
adopted 2 girls
from Ethiopia

6 and 9 in 2010
14 months later
she gave them away
rehomed them

rehomed is a new word
spell check underlines it
makes no sense
the red dashes say

rehome – verb
to find a new family
for adopted children
on your own

20/20 – did a similar story
a heavy set – gay seeming
republican christian dad
clinging to his stoic wives hand

with tearful watery eyes
they told their tales
of troubled terrorist tykes
and christs redemption

i worry about u
my kid who rehomed herself
there in a strangers house
that somehow feels like your very own

now again in the ER
angry i know
that u feel pain
like all of us

and i know about it
in spite of all ur efforts
at radio silence
i hear

one adam 12 – i adam 12
see the girl
please
see the girl

PHARREL WILLIAMS

“Freedom!”

Hold on to me
Don’t let me go
Who cares what they see?
Who cares what they know?
Your first name is Free
Last name is Dom
Cause you still believe in where we’re from
Man’s red flower
It’s in every living thing
Mind use your power
Spirit use your wings

Freedom
Freedom

Hold on to me
Ooh don’t let me go
The cheetahs need to eat
Run antelope
Your first name is King
Last name is Dom
Cause you still believe in everyone
When a baby first breathes
When night sees sunrise
When the whale hops the sea
When man recognizes

Freedom!
Freedom
Breathe in

We are from heat
The Electric one
Does it shock you to see, he left us the sun?
The atoms in the air
Organisms in the sea
The Sun, and yes, man
Are made of the same things

Freedom!
Freedom

PHARREL WILLIAMS