I haven’t been happy with how my work’s gone lately. I’ve been trying to blog it out–figure out what the Hell I’m doing wrong, what isn’t working for me to fix it–and mostly find I end up sounding (and feeling) like a big whiny-ass, if you wanna know the truth. [continue…]
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When my daughter moved, she put my husband in charge of watching me. Yeah–watching me. That’s how she said it, too.
“When I’m gone, you’re in charge of watching Mom, Dad. You have to keep her from hurting herself.”
I’m protesting, but I could as well be 4 years old for all the mind being paid. If it wasn’t so funny, I could be offended I’ve just been assigned a babysitter. [continue…]
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