It’s Going to be a Long 10 Weeks.

I wonder what the dystopian writers in Hollywood are writing about these days? I spent at least the first six weeks of the pandemic in a state of genuine gratitude that my mom was dead, she passed last August, and that I still had a job. I was also grateful that I had visited one […]

Rizz ‘Em with the ‘Tism

No rest for the weary these days with all the distractions of a certain delusional narcissist who thinks we’ve all forgotten about the Epstein files. Maybe if I have a mild stroke they’ll forget..maybe if I screw with the 1st amendment they’ll forget…maybe if I poke a bunch of autistic people they’ll forget. I’m so […]

Fever Dream

I’ve had some fever dreams lately. Mostly because I have Covid for the third’ish time. I didn’t take the ear infection I had seriously. I noticed it on vacation in Wales. It was an outer ear infection so it didn’t hurt. So my defenses are down when I get home from that international flight and […]

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Exceptional Vilomah

I’ve learned a lot lately about crying. When you cry over the loss of a child, the breath comes straight from the diaphragm. The noise isn’t a weeping sound as much as a moan. Like a creaking door. Your chest feels hollow, and you’re scooped out like a pumpkin. Your whole body is haunted. The […]

The Tale We Don’t Need Anymore

It will be seven months in a few days. Seven months since I was fired from my part-time job taking care of my disabled daughter. Seven months since I watched two elderly strangers put her body into a windowless white van and drive away. When my mother died, I didn’t dream about her for a […]

Sleep like the dead.

There are many stories I want to tell about my family. So many half-remembered holidays and conversations with long gone aunties. Women who smoked Belair cigarettes and would send me to pick blackberries so they could complain about their own families. Stories of how each one of my siblings slowly lost their own religion, and […]

Drop H- Bomb Here

I’m a lazy person. I work as little as I can possibly get away with, I take my trash cans out the night before so I don’t have to wake up at 8am on Wednesdays, and sometimes I’m too lazy to be a feminists. Oh, I’m also stupid. Like “flunked remedial math in community college […]

More Fun with Teeth Gritting and Hunches!

Right before Thanksgiving I was sitting down to write a blog post about how at times, I’m really glad that both of my parents are dead. And I was, and it truly is, and then my caregiver skills (e.g. warm body) were desperately needed and it was at that very moment that I remembered that […]

I’m Just Here. Trying to Not Lose My Mind.

Like most Americans, I’ve spent the better part of the last 16 months of this pandemic developing new hobbies. Mine has been getting angry at everyone online. Maybe that’s not really a new hobby but it sure is time consuming. As an aging American woman, there’s a seemingly endless supply of things to get angry […]

An Open Letter to “Jamie” Parnell Spears from a Guardian Mom.

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