Disclaimer: This is long as fuck. But mildly entertaining. And a little depressing. Have fun. Today is my anniversary (thank you, Mom, for reminding me of the exact date). Would … Continue reading Free Circus
Category: Parenting
Are There Fans in Hell?
Disclaimer: I mean no offense to anyone. This is my take, my experience, my story. I did a thing again. Took a little trip. One thing you have to get … Continue reading Are There Fans in Hell?
When Nostalgia Comes A Knockin’
The tears start a fallin’. I don’t think that’s a real quote or anything. I just made it up. Y’all could start using it a lot, though, if you want, … Continue reading When Nostalgia Comes A Knockin’
2022: How I Won’t Miss You
Another year has come and gone. I was not sad to see 2022 end. Truthfully, I haven’t been sad to see a year end since Ash died in 2019. 3 … Continue reading 2022: How I Won’t Miss You
Xanax is My Co-Pilot
Four years ago my life was very different. I was blissfully unaware of just how bad it was going to get. I had a husband (he gone but pictured above). … Continue reading Xanax is My Co-Pilot
What Is The Point?
My preteen is struggling. Hard. As most preteens are and have been since the beginning of time I imagine. It’s an awkward age of craving independence, thinking you know it … Continue reading What Is The Point?
Hallelujah! Holy Shit! Where’s the Tylenol?
Yes, I realize I’ve totally “borrowed” my title from Christmas Vacation but it seemed appropriate given my current life, and my past life, and hell, probably my future life so … Continue reading Hallelujah! Holy Shit! Where’s the Tylenol?
Forever 37
Today is “Deady’s” birthday. He would have been 39. There are certain days, post loss, that you just know are going to be hard – hard to function, hard to … Continue reading Forever 37
Miss Independence
It came again. My anniversary that is. Today would have been 12 years of wedded bliss/torment. But alas, and in case you are brand new here, my husband is dead. … Continue reading Miss Independence
Get Lit
Disclaimer: I say the fuck word. A lot. And other bad words. It’s been a bit since I’ve had anything to say. That’s not quite true. I always have things … Continue reading Get Lit
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