I am renowned, so renowned it deserves a renowned!, for sweating the small stuff. I will grasp on to a somewhat insignificant thing, and talk it over and over and over. To anyone and everyone. Whether they want to hear it or not. And even when they’re sick of hearing it, and I know they are. I’ll…
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Parenting Teenagers: Music
Parenting teenagers is hard. We know. We’ve talked about it previously, about how they are slowly extricating themselves from our lives, and how it is just hard in general. I gotta say, though, whilst those things are hard, I’m aware of them, accepting of them even, and able to be okay (mostly) with the fact…
There is nothing you can say …
Self awareness is a beautiful thing, and there is nothing you can say about me, behind my back, that I don’t already know. There’s nothing you can say I’m not aware of. About myself. I know I’m irreverent. And sarcastic. And that sometimes I don’t know when it’s inappropriate to be one or the other….
The Affair?: A Short Story
She sat at table beside the window that overlooked the lake. Mountains, in shades of blue, rose up in the distance, a thin sheath of fog wending slowly to the left, providing glimpses of the mountain tops. Her cup of coffee, not instant nor espresso, rather the sort that comes from machine promising lattes and…
Parenting Teenagers Is Hard
Teenagers, hey? Who’d have ’em? They are, so I’ve heard, the real reason some animals eat their young. There is, of course, a lot of merit to not eating teenagers themselves. Aside from the fact that their smell isn’t terribly appealing, they also have more hair sprouting from all over their bodies, and ooze an…