Here I am again, all perplexed, sickened, disenchanted, and angry. I woke up to headlines of another mother-flipping shooting, and I feel like I'm about to blow. Calm down, everyone. I strive to be a peace and love girl, and I've learned to channel my angst by grabbing a pen and paper or parking it … Continue reading White People: Be Quiet and Listen. It’s Time to Get Comfortable Feeling Uncomfortable
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Why Do I Let Her Get to Me? Part 1
I'm thirty-seven years old and my crazy mother still screws with my head. Her most recent antics are affecting me in unimaginable ways and I have no idea how to shake her off of me. I need to do something because I'm slipping into the darkest depression I've experienced in years, perhaps ever. I know … Continue reading Why Do I Let Her Get to Me? Part 1
Here Comes Crazy
Mamala called yesterday and announced that she'll be arriving around lunchtime today. She also informed me that she will be staying in a hotel. Okay then. That's my mother for you, a big bag of nuttiness packaged neatly -- Southern, blond, appropriate, and Republican. Bless her heart! And mine as well. In preparation for her … Continue reading Here Comes Crazy
Grief Happens 