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 …

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Rochambeau

If, at any time, you and youah brothah cannot agree on 'when to pull the plug'.....

Daveed

I decided to brave The Earl to see Daveed Diggs (original Thomas Jefferson/Marquis de Lafayette in the musical Hamilton) and his band Clipping....Little did I know that I would be one of the oldest people in attendance....and the fact that I came as a Hamilton fan would make me stick out like a sore thumb....

Elvis Has Left the Building

We had to be at Belmont the next morning at a specified time. I can no longer remember what that specified time was, but sure as hell, we were running late.

Fifth Grade Cynic

I have been a cynic since the fifth grade.  In my opinion, I'm lucky I made it that far. I can pinpoint the exact moment that my life changed for the worse.  It was going so well.   We lived in a nice neighborhood.  We had a pool at our house.  We had a sauna in our …

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Out of the Mouths of Babes: My First Time Speaking As A Writer/Blogger

It was a momentous day in my career as a writer, as that is what I call what I do, as opposed to being just a blogger.  Bloggers are writers!  We are writers who blog our writings. Anyway, back to my momentous day.... I was asked to come speak to The Baby's second grade class about creative writing and about writing my blog!  I was so excited. …

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Don’t Ever Break Him

When I was pregnant with Mini Me, I was terrified that something would be terribly wrong with him--mostly because of all of the terrible things I had done during my very in-depth studies for my PhD in partying at the University of Georgia.  Of course I was not pregnant with Mini Me during these studies, but I …

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The Prize at the End of The Cancer

One thing I failed to mention in my previous post is that during my hypothyroid state, my paranoia made me borderline on the ridiculous....

Talkin’ Bout the Car Wash…yeah yeah yeah yeah

  My stepsisters came to stay with us every other weekend, and it was something I had grown to look forward to.  I had lived for 15 years with only a brother, and found that I really liked these stepsisters  a lot--in fact, I grew to love them a lot over the years.  One of …

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Mini Me is Surely Gonna Be the Death O’ Me ;)

I am writing today with a very heavy heart.  My dear, dear Mini Me is very ill.  He is suffering from a terrible case of what is known is Senioritis, and he has one of the worst cases I have ever seen.  Senioritis causes its victims to not want to do things like their school …

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