The following are screen shots of my sister’s (RUTH SIPPEL PACE) blog. A friend of mine in another state took these screen shots and emailed them to me.

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RUTH SIPPEL PACE goes by the name RUTH HERR SIPPEL PACE.

We have not seen each since our father’s illness and open-heart surgery in 2004 and our brother’s funeral in Sept 2003.

I cut all ties with my sisters in the late 1980s.

RUTH, and our eldest sister, GERT MCQUEEN, act as if I am harassing them today, but I am not. I am afraid for my life. These two women want me dead! They have threatened me, threatened my adoptive mother when she was alive, and called for me to kill myself. They continually spy on me, accuse me of outrageous things, which I have not done and am not doing today.

I am not safe. Ruth stalks my house and steals my trash to see what information she can dig up. I know this because I saw her car when I threw out stuff when my adoptive mother died in 2011. Ruth drove away as I came out to put another bag at the curb.

Let me back up. In 1974, I answered a phone call from my eldest sister, GERT SIPPEL FINKEN MCQUEEN. I was 18 years old and did not know I had siblings. I was in shock. Our reunion was full of emotion, happiness, and confusion. They – my sisters – took control. They dominated my life.

A few years into reunion, I realized that I got sucked into their dysfunctional lives. I tried to get away, but they kept it up. They continued to harass me, stalk me, and manipulate me. Calling my house when I was married, yelling and screaming to whomever answered the phone – including my young children. My sisters called my adoptive mother on the day of my adoptive father’s death in 1982 to harass her.

I became an activist for adoptees’ civil rights in the 1970s. I wrote articles in the newspaper. My sisters and several members of my extended birth family and extended adoptive family did not approve of my activism. I wrote and self-published a memoir, which they claimed I lied in it about them. No, I did not. I write from my perspective. They don’t like what I wrote. What they did to me is the truth.

I have been hunted since 1974. Even before that. From their point of view, Mom died, baby sister disappeared. They had to find me, so, their hunt began. My disappearance from our family drove them crazy.

Thank you, adoption! Praise the lord! My adoptive parents got the little baby they wanted – at the expense of my father, my siblings, and me.

I cut my crazy sisters out of my life in the 1980s, but they continue to harass me, stalk me, and gossip about me to turn people against me. They even pick fights with other adoptees on online forums.

Ruth and Gert used the legal system to charge me false child abuse accusations when my children were born in 1983 and 1986, and again in the 90s. The case in the 90s was based on the following claim: “My adoptive mother held my children down on the couch as I had sex with my boyfriend in front of them.”

This did not happen, but my mother and I went through months of court dates. My children were interviewed by the police and accompanied us to court. I could have lost my children.

My sisters charged me with other crimes, too, causing me a great deal of stress and fear. They won a few Orders of Protection against me (BASED ON FALSE CHARGES) and I took them to court and won a few Orders of Protection against them, too.

I do not contact my sisters, or any of my relatives, except for the few who have never treated me harshly.

About 18 years ago, my therapist, based on the severity and intensity of the problems my sisters created for me, and print-outs of their letters to me, diagnosed my sisters as “clinically insane”.

Yes, I am in therapy today. (So are millions of people.) I have Complex and Profound PTSD, depression, anxiety, and panic attacks, thanks to my adoption, chaotic reunion in 1974, and constant bullying and harassment from my sisters, and from cousins in my natural mother’s family, and cousins in my adoptive father’s family.

I am not a Narcissistic Psychopath.

I am not on any psych meds.

I have devoted my entire adult life to adoptees’ civil and human rights, as well as the rights of mothers-of-adoption-loss to humane pregnancy and delivery care and the right to parent their birthed children.

I am 100% anti-adoption. What happened to my father in 1956 (targeted by a relative of a married couple who were childless for 18 years – who then became my adoptive parents), and what happened to me, and what happened to my siblings when they were ages 3, 6, 8, and 9 when I disappeared from our family, should never have happened.

Today, if a pregnant woman is diagnosed with terminal cancer, there is a team of doctors and counselors who take care of the patient, her baby, and her husband and older children. No one would dare tell the father that “the baby needs two parents.” That’s what the stupid Catholic priest said to my father as he stood next to my mother’s open casket.

I stand 100% for Family Preservation. My father did not have any supports to keep me. No round-the-clock infant care for me, no diaper service, no one to help with laundry or food shopping or food prep. I already had a home when I was born to a mother who died from cancer when I was three months old. I did not need a new home. I did not need a new name or a falsified birth certificate. I did not need the trauma that adoption created for me.

Today, Gert and Ruth keep up their spying on me, even to the point of spying on me when I do a book signing with my fellow author friends. I have screen-shots from last year, Nov 2025. (That may be another blog post)

But their recent blog post (June 2026) about narcissistic psychopaths proves that they are the problem, not me.

Ruth highlights a conversation she and I had sometime in the late 1970s or the 80s. My sisters hounded me, screaming at me that I should stop writing about adoption, so I screamed back. This is the phone conversation Ruth is talking about in her June 2026 blog post. She writes in the present tense, making it seem that I am actively engaging in dialogue with her and Gert in the present day.

NOPE!

I HAVE NO CONTACT WITH THESE WOMEN AT ALL!

WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS KEEPING THEMSELVES IN A FRENZY, REHASHING THE PAST, OBSESSING ABOUT ME, MAKING ME SEEM LIKE A NUTCASE.

I am not a narcissistic psychopath as my sisters say that I am. They’ve harped on this kick for decades now. And to compare me with Trump???

I despise that freak of a man. I did not vote for him.

I am living my life as best as I can with my friends, a few loving relatives, and fellow writers and authors, and my musician friends.

I am not harassing my sisters. They are harassing and bullying me. They hunt me on social media, even though I have blocked them.

I repeat:

My sisters RUTH HERR SIPPEL PACE (Buffalo, New York), GERTRUDE SIPPEL FINKEN MCQUEEN (Watertown, New York), and KATHY SIPPEL INGLIS (Liverpool, England), are the perpetrators of bullying and harassment to me.

They rile up our cousins, who then get mad at me, over nothing.

Our cousin, NANCY HERR TRYJANKOWSKI dared to private message me on Facebook, threatening me in November 2025. I then blocked her (we were never friends on Facebook) as I have not seen nor spoken to her – no contact whatsoever – for decades.

None of these people are adopted. What I do does not involve them.

This is to cousin NANCY HERR TRYJANKOWSKI:

Do not threaten me. Do not tell me not write about your father or you will take me to court. Your father was my godfather. He is dead. I can write about him and use his full real name because he is dead. I do not need your permission to write about private conversations between my godfather and me. The law is on my side. Stop bullying me and harassing me. Stay the hell away from me – all of you!