I was sure that I had failed my mother, unable to keep her in her home, as I had once promised.
There’s something to be said
for loving your life,
exactly as it is—
Worst I had to deal with, well, I suppose that time my son was shut in a padded room and shit himself at the special needs school. He was 13 and having one helluva wiring crisis. I got called to come get him after he graffitied his feces across white walls.
Thank you for the 80s, they were some of the most beautiful days I’ll never remember, thank you for the 90s, which I remember more of even though I was … Continue reading