My son is a Male. I know what you’re thinking. Duh. He’s your SON. But, um, what I mean is, he is Malewith all of the Male partsthat he has suddenly taken to um,exploring. *sigh* I knew this day was coming, but I didn’t expect it to be at the freakin age of 5. I…
Somewhere In the Middle
That is where I am I don’t petition the governmentOr write threatening letters to drug companies I don’t tape record IEP meetings or have a panel of attorneys at my sideI don’t demand that the school district pay for horse therapy or expect hard working teachers to perform miracles I stay awake at night, counting…
Susan Lucci Can Kiss My Kiester
I am sitting at my laptopTrying to blog But I can’t Because out of the corner of my eyeI am staring at a contraptionI purchased in NovemberAnd have used three times When I saw the infomercialI was at once captivated and energized I looked at the buff women,Listened to their testimonialsNodded my headAnd whipped out…
Pickle Soup
Today is my mom’s birthday. I am going to be respectful, and not tell you her age. She prefers it that way. Today our family is celebrating someone pivotal in all of our lives. Someone who has shaped this family into the dysfunctional mess that we are today. But I digress. I am roughly the…