Did Q even read the post I wrote a few weeks ago crying over my POS laptop? I think he may have missed that one, but he most definitely got to see the laptop first-hand over New Year’s weekend. Food stains, loose keys, missing keys, no memory, all bootleg crazy. It looked so bad, I think Q…
Tag Archive: Jordan
with or without my Xanax, Jordan turned 17 today
With Jordan in her infant carrier as I was standing on the porch of my aunt’s house ringing the doorbell, one of my crazy head voices told me Jordan was going to die when she was 16. Because I am no more sane than any of my crazy head voices, I spent the next…
my children have been complaining about me
Some of their complaints have merit, some don’t. Our little family is like the customer service counter at Walmart: we’ll take anything back and will find a way to write it off. And, like Walmart customer service, our family is run by a middle-aged black lady who likes her job well enough, but probably didn’t…
the strangest urge to write
But then I took another sip of my coffee, and the feeling passed. My confidence as a short story writer took a knock-out punch about six years ago, and I never recovered. Tonight, sitting on my bed after a day of holiday shopping and while watching Care Bears to the Rescue, a few characters tried…
It’s not that I’m being insensitive, but holy cow, it’s always something
Life has come full circle and, in my 10-year-old son Jon Alex, I am now raising myself. I don’t know how my parents survived me because I sure as hell don’t know if I’m gonna survive JA. The moodiness, the emotional manipulation, the refusal to take responsibility for his actions unless taking responsibility has a…
lies, damn lies and the children who tell them
One at a time, my children are trying to either kill me or get themselves dropped off at the nearest fire station. In response to getting caught in a whopper of a lie after a series of smaller lies, Jon Alex tried the “I’m a fragile butterfly surrounded by vicious hound dogs, except for you,…
I was waiting until I had gathering photos to post, then said aw, forget it
I don’t even think I’m taking my big camera this year to my mom’s. It needs cleaning and repair and a little extra loving. So I’m sending it home with Q this weekend. You didn’t know we also share custody of our most expensive doo dad, did you? Do people still say doo dad? I…
