In the First Degree

The new redaction of me is not going to go as placidly if I’m always second-guessing this relationship. It’s straight fucking disturbing to be looked in the eyes and lied to by a grown man as if he’s a child! Not your mother, doll. You’re not in trouble! I stand five foot, five inches. But,Continue reading “In the First Degree”

Projectile

In today’s culture, if you talk about how hard motherhood is or the toll housework takes on your body, then you’re showing weaknesses. I say Fuck That! Talk about it because it’s crucial for survival in your own life. If I were to admit the amount of coffee I’ve drunk in 24 hours, one mightContinue reading “Projectile”