Scarcastic executive. Passionate writer. Very opinionated. Dislikes unfairness. Writing whatever I want about whatever I want.
I’m Ride or Die with My Girl
“A good friend will help you move but a true friend will help you move a body.”—Steven J. Daniels Snacks Help He was supposed to be playing golf with his buddies. His wife needed to go to the animal shelter behind the No-Tell motel. Instead of dropping off dog food, she parked her car, got in his, and drove away. Then she called me to go back to the motel with her to wait for him out to come out. We made sandwiches, got some orange juice, some gin, some hot and sour pickles, and fire Cheetos. We went in my husband’s car so her spouse would not spot us. My spouse tried to deter me, but I’m ride or die for my girl. This woman has been my friend for thirty years. We have a plan.
It is calm and peaceful in my mind No chaos My parents are still alive, unclaimed by life Unconditional love My home is in my mind
He Said I Was No Lady. He Was Right. I Was The Vice President Of Operations
“I have chosen to no longer be apologetic for my femaleness and my femininity. And I want to be respected in all of my femaleness because I deserve to be.” ― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Ma Said, “I Got Em, Child… I Got Em”
“Winning is fun… Sure. But winning is not the point. Wanting to win is the point. Not giving up is the point. Never letting up is the point. Never being satisfied with what you’ve done is the point.” — Pat Summitt
There Is No Such Thing as Extra Sex
"Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any." — John Callahan With all the chaos in the world, my spouse and I have figured out how to keep our sex life in balance, or at least I thought we had. Being locked in with your significant other for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, can become uninspiring in the bedroom. There are the small (and big) things your partner does that get on your last nerve. Nevertheless, we have kept it , but it takes work.
Anne and the Pear Tree
Anne was a little girl when she learned not to talk about her tree with adults. No one believed the four-year-old when she told them the tree tickled her fingers. Tickling was what she called it when she was small. Now she knew the tingling sensation was the tree’s way of letting her know it was alive and that it was her tree.
Time after Time
Mom saw him. He slipped out of the room, a satisfied smirk on his face. She stopped dead in the hallway, home early from her book club. He saw her see him. He waved his hand at Mom like she was an annoying fly and walked into their bedroom. She did not go into the room she had painted pink years ago. She stood there forever, listening to the muffled sobs.
Being a crossing guard was Casey's part-time job. Casey was a graduate student at the University of Missouri. She was studying to be a lawyer, having gotten her Bachelor's in Criminal Justice. Casey wanted to save the world. Her plan for her law degree was to use it to free innocent men and women from the oppressive prison system. She knew that was not the most lucrative branch of the lawyer profession, but she had decided to provide representation to underserved communities as her mission in life.