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…
Tag Archive: anxiety
25 years from now, we’ll have no pictures from Thanksgiving 2011
Oh, wait! I forgot! I did take exactly one photo: It’s my sister’s red velvet cheesecake, this evil baked good that deceived people into thinking they were eating a slice of cake when, as you can see, they were actually eating three. At one time. I snapped the photo with my phone to send Q…
give us our free
clearing my plate because depression loves to kick my ass when the plate is full
