Me: "Uh, what's going on with your hair?"R: "I messed it up."Me: "On purpose?"R: "Yeah."Me: [Think to myself, Is he doing this because he likes it? To get a rise out of me? Do I even care? Nope.] "Okay."
I wish I had a dollar for every time I tried to enjoy a margarita over dinner and my kids asked me really hard questions and made me cry. Read more →
Night falls I cry until no tears are left, or so i think; They keep coming, as hard as I’ve ever cried or at least in 30 years. I cry the tears of the girl who wanted a horse with her soul. She learned that sometimes you get nothing. She sought refuge outside; I can’t go in until it is all out of her. I beg the… Read more →