I’ve been spending a great deal of time reading and reviewing other people’s blogs, a labor of love and, sometimes, money. I know you think what I’m about to say next: since I’ve been wrapped up in other people’s blog projects, that’s why I’ve been neglecting my own. Not true. I regularly neglect free…
Tag Archive: Q
maybe to make myself feel at home, I should rip the C key off my new keyboard
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…
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…
from cereal box to serial comma: how Oprah killed my writer’s dreams
The Erma Bombeck Writer’s Workshop is coming up in April, and there are four scholarships available for writers who win their writing contest. I’d really like attend the workshop, so I set aside my fear of writing contests and entered this one, my first judged submission in three years. Linking it up with lovelinks, my…
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…
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…
working with my bootleg PC laptop until I can sell my body for a Mac
The countdown to my Mac is back on. I wrote some silly post two years ago saying I wasn’t gonna worry about saving for a Mac Book because the iPad was to be my lord and savior Jesus Christ, then I lost my job and $1400 electronics gave way to rent. No way was I…
