We’re at the “Find Out” Part in the “F*ck Around” Game

Nice white boys always win. My husband and I had to go to court yesterday.  In the ongoing saga of dealing with the consequences of my neighbor’s grandson shooting a bullet through my house, the case was heard. It turns out that the boys were shooting at a dilapidated playhouse in the backyard. Our houseContinue reading “We’re at the “Find Out” Part in the “F*ck Around” Game”

2023 Said, “Hold My Beer!”

Will 2024 be better? This should be a year of new beginnings. That is what we all desire as we flip that calendar to January, right? A fresh start. Setting lofty goals to achieve great things. But 2023 was rough, y’all. I merely survived, so I’ll count that as a win. It started with aContinue reading “2023 Said, “Hold My Beer!””

I’m Not Prepared to Handle the Stigma

My post-rehab world sucks. It’s one thing to admit that you go to a therapist for help to handle all of your emotional shit. It’s quite another to own up to the fact that you spent 45 days in an inpatient treatment facility. It’s admitting that you are a whole other level of crazy. EvenContinue reading “I’m Not Prepared to Handle the Stigma”

Guns Are Not Toys

A Poem Guns are not toys. Guns are not fun. Just look at all the harm they have done. My life is a mess. Improving, at best. I have no more demons to confess. Forever impacted By this event protracted. A smudge in my life that should be redacted. I went to prison While youContinue reading “Guns Are Not Toys”