Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. — Oscar Wilde. I was strongly encouraged by a therapist to start writing again. I need an outlet for the many many words inside my brain that need to come out in some form. I went to university to be a writer, but that dream fell short when … Continue reading They Say To Never Talk About Religion or Politics, But…
One picture. It's amazing what you can feel from looking at one picture. My sister just sent me this photo. It's from the cemetery on the day we buried Kirby. Ugh, it's even painful to type his name. You see, Kirby wasn't just my stepdad. He was my dad. He was my cheerleader. He was … Continue reading Life, And Grief, Don’t Play By The Rules.
Yet again, a gif has been made to perfectly match my life. I'm Will Smith up there. Adulting is hard. I have been trying to decide if I'm writing and sharing this part of my life or not. I keep going back and forth for fear that people will be like, "OH MY GOSH STOP … Continue reading I’m An Adult. I Can Handle This.
See that gif up there? That's my face today. My permanent week long stank face. So far today I've said things to my kids like-- "Why are you breathing so loud?" "Can you go away?" "Eat like a normal human." "Can you just...not?" You see, I'm a woman...and Aunt Flo, that hag, showed up this … Continue reading Mama’s Salty