Periodically, and for no justifiable reason, my brain tries to make me crazy. Not my normal brand of crazy, made up of social anxiety and occasional depression, but insane-crazy. It makes me almost non-functional for days at a time, but it hasn’t defeated me yet, and I don’t plan on allowing it to do so. […]
I have been MIA from my blog for almost a year, and I feel I should explain why. All of you who follow me on social media see only what I want you to see, as is true of all of us. And what I have allowed all of you to see for the past […]
I wrote this a few months ago and then didn’t finish it. Then yesterday some stupid c-word (not referring to ‘customer’) tried to ruin my day by yelling at me and threatening me because her day was already ruined, and she needed to take it out on an innocent person. She failed because I am […]
I’ve been disconnected for a couple of months, and it’s because I’ve had a lot going on, a lot of changes to handle in a short period. Some of them are good, and some of them are bad, but all of them are emotionally-charged and challenging and have taken up most of my spare time. […]
I have felt better lately, more confident, having the courage to finally show my writing– and therefore myself– to the world. To me, writing is baring the soul, the heart, the very nakedness of myself. So when I finally started this blog, after years of wanting so desperately to do so but being so deeply […]
When I was a child, kids were reared very differently than they are today– especially in Texas. My dad was “Texas” through and through. When my mom went into labor while my dad was attending Yale, he brought a jar of dirt he’d dug up before they’d moved to Connecticut and insisted on placing it […]
Before you think I’m an unconscionable pervert, this post is not about bestiality. It’s about how kids growing up in the Midwest learn about sex far before we take sex ed in school. When I was a kid, I thought my family were the only freaks who learned the facts of life from, well, wildlife, but […]
When I was three years old, a camel tried to eat my face. My mom had taken me to the Houston Zoo, and back then they only put glass or tall fences around the obviously dangerous predators– alligators, lions, gorillas, etc. Camels, apparently, were viewed as docile and tame enough to allow toddlers access (despite […]
My baby brother was a runt when he was little. He was a tiny baby and was always the smallest kid in his class– until he hit high school and suddenly turned into G.I. Joe. I think it may have been his midget-ness, coupled with the never-ending torture that my middle brother and I put […]
This is a collection of hilarious interactions with my kids and things I’ve said and done as a mother that would’ve seemed very strange– or unthinkable– to me before the birth of my first child. Convo with my daughters, R and G, when they were ages six and three years, respectively: R: (pointing to […]
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