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Oh hai! Um. I forgot I had a blog. It’ll never happen again. So ANYWAY. Here, I’ll catch you up: There was Halloween.
Bella & Veronica/Zombie Cheerleader & Cheeta Cat Trevor & Billy/The Hobos Jack/The Baby in Halloween Jammies And then everyone in the house got disgustingly sick. But Jack was the only one nice enough to let . . . → Read More: Everythings not about my boobs anymore. There was no end to the excuses I would let my grandmother get away with. I would nod when she told me stories, nod when she got them backwards, nod when she called me by my mothers’ name. I believed everything she said – every time she spoke, because she was an anomaly to me. She was . . . → Read More: Crazy can’t save you from cancer. So, we took Billy to the airport last week to send him off to his father for the yearly summer visit. After fighting with the ex all year over the visitation schedule, decision making authorities and who pays for what, it was a trip we weren’t sure he would be making. In the end, though, our . . . → Read More: The incredible exploding family I love Mother’s Day. I love the handmade, homemade cards with pictures of mommies with stick-person babies and round kids with too-long legs and too-short hair living in square houses and smiling half-circle smiles. I love the cards. I look forward to them every year and I save them all in a big . . . → Read More: Stick families Where the hell have I been? Hiring a lawyer: Yay for custody battles! This appears to be going ok-ish, although my Republican, Bush-loving, animal-heads-mounted-on-his-walls, nervous-twitch-having lawyer kept smacking himself on the ass and telling us that he has a birthmark “RIGHT.THERE” that matches the one on Jack’s forehead. I think he is on drugs. He is a very nice . . . → Read More: Foreheads, Republicans & Singing Doctors What you are doing is not fair. I know – life is not fair – but what you are doing is just offensive to me as a mother and as a woman and it’s plain wrong. I married you when I was a silly little girl - just doing what I was told - but divorcing you . . . → Read More: I hope you read this. Billy- We’ve been doing this for 12 years – can you believe it? You and me kid - we started this story 12 years ago today. Thank you for being my rock and my strength and my soul. I would have never made it without you. Happy Birthday, baby. . . . → Read More: Dear kid.. I am not sure I have ever voiced this – but the beginnings have always terrified me; endings, not so much. I suppose I have always figured that endings are inevitable – usually sad, but inevitable, just the same. Obviously, the only way to avoid an ending is to avoid the beginnings.. thus my . . . → Read More: Bring it on. |
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