I recently re-discovered the ancient Goddess, Herisme, goddess of “Can you believe this sh!t.” She is my spirit guide for all good, awesome, powerful, devastating, life-changing, horrible sh!t that happens in everyday life. Also, she has pretty hair and enviable excursions.
The real me is she/her single parenting, unruly haired, not-quite-as-tall-as-I-claim-to-be, mom of one amazing and beautiful he/him human. My background includes living in Ohio, Alabama, Maryland, Indiana, South Carolina, and Germany (not in order and bit of back-and-forthing for some areas), with travel out and about from those places to other places with dreams of more travel.
Some of my life experiences include being a public librarian, experiencing domestic violence and our family court system, riding a camel on a remote dressage farm in the desert, unintentionally hiking to the top of a local mountain, being stuck on a 16-hour plane ride on my 21st birthday, having my first marriage proposal at age 12, pocketing small rocks from Versailles convincing my younger brother they were ancient tools which we were responsible for getting into a museum collection (they are still in ParentsHerisme’s basement), managing and staff training for preschool/daycare/summer camps, cuddling a zillion puppies, kitties, and babies…and other life things.
My writing has always been happening to, at, through, and by me since my beginning times. I found this outlet to connect outside of myself back to myself, when going through some personal terrifying life transitions based in domestic violence. Disassociation has been my superpower for life. Possible spectrum thing happening, but at my age it is a lot of whatevs.
I enjoy a black as black can be cup of fragrant coffee, daily vats of tea, cooked spinach on the daily too, as well as pizza, those crazy broccoli cakes from IKEA, and gentle desserts/chocolates which are not too sweet. On days when some/all of these favorites can be consumed in the outdoors with my most and best and favorite peoples, I am feeling all of the feels of all of the goodnesses.
Welcome to this space with me – I am glad to *see* you (handing your favorite beverage to you in warm friendship)!
HERISME 
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Hello Ms. Herisme,
I received your incredible gift of the Sonnets From the Portuguese with my father’s handwritten Meditations enclosed in the book. I was completely overcome with chills down my spine to see this and hold it in my hands. Thank you so much for sending it to me. I must say tha I am shocked at how much research you were able to do on my parent’s history, along with your beautiful ruminations of what their history was in those days, and your touching description of what their romance may have been.
I would love to be able to talk with you, if possible about some of the things. I must say I never heard of a Nellie Hunter. I was told that my namesake was a Mrs. Nellie M. Powell, who was a school teacher in Winston-Salem, whom my father had met at the Baptist in Winson-Salem, whom he had met when he helped her going up (or down) the fromt steps of the church, since she had difficulty with walking. Ironically, I was also a teacher for many years.
Another curiosity: you mentioned a Ms. Edmondson who is at the Edgecombe Public Library. i wonder if that could be a relative of my maternal aunt’s husband, George Edmondson, who lived in Scotland Neck, NC, near Tarboro..
Again, thank you so much for sending this to me. I look forward to talking and/or corresponding with you.
Sincerely,
Nellie (Nell) S. Kilpatrick
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OH MY GOODNESS! I am beyond over the moon thrilled that you have reached out and you enjoyed my fanciful tales about your parents! I just knew in my soul that someone who knew your parents and loved them, needed to have this book. I am so overjoyed and delighted that the book found you! You have made my day/month/year with your kind words and interest in speaking further. My email is Herisme@pobox.com 🙂 Huzzah!
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