Regions
Left or Right
Kitties
Above
I’ll Get You My Pretty
Rhodies
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl
We Should Play
Full
Softball
He Woke Up Like This
You Got to Know All the Words
Spy
Sometimes I get a little crazy. Many years ago, when I was just a young lady, I convinced myself that I was going to win the Publishing Clearing House thing and ordered a bunch of magazines. And I read every single one. I had numerous science magazines, popular culture, whatever. I think near the end of my zaniness I had 15 magazines coming to my house every month. One of those magazines was Spy. Continue reading “Spy”
Study in Bark
My Mother’s Very Own Day
M2 In the Principal’s Office
I found this while sorting through papers.
My Child: I had water on my hand and I don’t know why I rubbed it on [him]. He thought it was spit and he licked his hand and rubbed spit on my arm.
Other Child: I didn’t get much sleep. I only got 10 minutes of sleep. My brain gets messed up. I licked my hand and put it on her arm. I know I shouldn’t have done it. I did the most wrong.
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I really really love how he just says it: My brain! My brain’s fucked up! I wish my kid would’ve just shouted it out as well: My brain! My brain’s fucked up too! Help us!