The Psycho Mother talks about her bad clothing choices from the 1980's. She even has some of her original Laura Ashley dresses, and they actually do still fit! Walk down memory lane and laugh.
The Psycho Mother Rants about RENT at the Fox Theater
The Psycho Mother rants about seeing RENT at the Fox Theater in Atlanta, GA. The audio was terrible!
The Psycho Mother Rants about The Truth and Skittle Parties
The Psycho Mother rants about The Truth, and how nobody wants to hear It. She also explains what a Skittle Party is.
Travel as Fast as You Can Stand For Your Ass to Hit the Wall….
Having a teenager who is just like me is not an easy job....I am trying to remember what it was like for me, and I try to give the best advice to teenagers that I can think of.
Maybe I am doing something right…
Let me say that I am not stupid. I know that Mini Me is definitely not sitting up in Nashville, reading a Bible and going to bed at 8pm. Please.
No Mo.
The last thing I wanted to do was pack our asses up and travel over two fucking states fro Christmas. Damn Christmas. Seriously. Who needed it?
The Way We Were…
I was Facebook messaging with an old friend of mine from college the other night. He (yes, I said he ) is one a handful of people that I still keep in touch with now--almost 30 years later. I think of him as a boy, really--not the 45 year old man that he is. I think …
Britch
Many years ago, as in about 45 years ago, my Mothah gave my father a Valentine. It was a pair of red, nylon boxer shorts. It was a joke. He never even had them on his body-not even once-because I, the one year old, snagged them and held on to them, well, for the better part …
Psychoparenting: It ain’t for the weak
When someone younger than I am asks me what it is like to be a parent, my stock answer is “it hurts worse than anything I have ever done before”. I am talking about watching the milestones pass away, but I am also talking about the stuff nobody actually prepared me for. The stuff that …
La Mère du Psycho: Break on Through
I had visited the grave of Jim Morrison on my first trip to Paris, 23 years ago. I had no idea that this time, I would be jumping a barricade to visit him again....