Tequila = long sleepless nights with bad dreams. Sure, it can make anyone the life of the party, but when it’s all said and done you’ll have nothing left but yourself and a week’s worth of bad juju to work out.Todd and I decided to make Sunday night our “Mexican night,” with nachos, quesadillas, and … Continue reading Read My Lips: No More Tequila Before Bed. Period.
Ava: Do you have to get married to have a baby?Me: (Taking a long breath)Ava: Because Melitza’s parents aren’t married...Me: Well, you don’t have to get married, and some people choose not to, but I think it’s the best thing to do. And you want to make a good choice in who you share your … Continue reading The Best Conversations Happen In the Car
You know what they say about how kids are like sponges – they absorb your words and actions and learn from them? Well – pay heed, my friends. If you’re always well-mannered and easygoing, always kind to others, never say a profane word, never lose your shit on stupid drivers, and never have an ill-timed … Continue reading None-Ya
There are days like this. They don’t happen very often, at least not anymore. Everyone has them. A mood so foul the day itself screams – for the love of God, woman shut the hell up! It was all going so well, too. While everyone complained loudly about the impending snow storm last week, I … Continue reading That Stench Is My Foul Mood
It all started one day when his bedroom door closed. It’s still closed. Every day. All day. And he’s in there – I know he’s in there, because I hear the faint sounds of Xbox drifting through the walls. Some days I see so little of him, I wonder if I would recognize him when … Continue reading The Axe Man Cometh
I stumbled across this article today called How to Know If You Are Really a Writer but, truly, If You Have to Wonder If You Are Really a Writer Then How Can You Be One? But wait! That’s not true – since one way to know is if you are plagued with self-doubt. Check!Lose myself in imagination? … Continue reading I’m a Writer, Dammit