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A Childhood of Happiness


A Childhood of Happiness

My childhood came to an end at age nine when my mother abandoned me to the care of my father. With that my childhood came to an end and with it my happiness.

As the process of which I have elsewhere written of comes to a close I begin to understand what the process consists in. Trauma. That event, the abandonment of her eldest child, signaled for me the end of being an object or person offered unconditional love. Was I traumatized on other occasions by my father’s treatment of me? Possibly. I can’t say with any certainty. I am not a medical man. Yet I know were I to write of this process I would offer the world something significant. Can I write of those experiences that traumatized me and of the subsequent recovery which I call the process? Possibly. Am I inclined to write of that pain experienced at the time and have experienced since and as part of this process of what you might call recovery? I can’t say for now.

What I can say is that the person who I began to be aware of some weeks ago, who seemed familiar and wrote of, is the me I had not seen in a long time. A long, long time. I have not seen that person since I was nine. Since  1954. A very long time. But then some people never recover as I have done. am doing. Some people have never known the love I once knew. So I am fortunate. Fortunate indeed.

What I am witnessing is not simply a transformation but a transfiguration. As I go forward I am going to touch and effect every person who comes in contact with me.

Yes, I am fortunate. But there was a lot of pain along the way. I don’t wish that on anyone.

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 25 October, 2016

Filed under: Arts, Media, poetry, songs, stories

I was wrong: This is a very dangerous man


I was wrong: This is a very dangerous man

What Drives Donald Trump? Fear of Losing Status,

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 25 October, 2016

Filed under: Arts, Book Review, Culture, history, Media, Memoir, poetry, politics, songs, stories

With this phrase does it not sum up America and its mighty military: “US servicemen for Trump? With their record for friendly fire they will probably vote for Clinton”


US servicemen for Trump? With their record for friendly fire they will probably vote for Clinton jays37 on twitter

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 25 October, 2016

Filed under: Arts, Culture, history, Media, Memoir, poetry, politics, songs, stories

America is wrong. The man is not “deplorable,” he is despicable: Even the death of a child couldn’t keep Donald Trump from talking about hitting on the boy’s mother. In January 2009, Kelly Preston and John Travolta’s son Jett passed away at the age of 16 after suffering a seizure while on a family vacation. Four days later, Trump wrote a blog post dedicated to Preston on the website of the now-defunct Trump University, which has been sued by the state of New York and former students over claims of fraud. The mogul expressed his condolences to Preston for her loss, but not before he mentioned the time he tried to sleep with her.


Donald’s Words to a Grieving Mother

Filed under: Arts, Culture, history, Media, Memoir, poetry, politics, songs, stories

How’s this for you Trump: Straight Outta Vagina


Straight Outta Vagina

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 25 October, 2016

Filed under: Arts, Book Review, Culture, history, Media, Memoir, poetry, politics, songs, stories

How deep does he have to dig: “Deep, deep hurt”


How deep does he have to dig: “Deep, deep hurt”

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 25 October,, 2016

Filed under: Arts, Book Review, Culture, history, Media, Memoir, poetry, politics, songs, stories

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