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Tag Archives: dead mother
I sold a sewing machine last night, for far less than I’d wanted to, and found myself ever so emotional after the fact. I remember the day my mother bought that 1917 Singer (Model 027) oak-cabinet sewing machine, some 30 years ago. We’d had a yard sale, with my parents constantly on their “reduce the clutter [...]
I haven’t been funny in days. I’m moody and full of vitamin-Cunt tonight. I couldn’t figure it out. What’s eating me? Why am I spiralling into a darker and darker place? Why do I hate the idea of attending any of the 3 parties to which I was invited tonight? Why does the idea of just being [...]
Do you ever have those days when something hits you and you begin to think that, this day, for whatever reason, will come to be an important one in some grand scheme of things? I’m having one of those days. I feel like it’s a day on which my mindset’s going to shift in a [...]
I’m a daughter without a mother, and anyone who’s read me awhile knows that it’s not only what you would read on the back of my collectible Bloggers-of-Now baseball card, but it’s a fact that absolutely defines me to my core. My mother dying destroyed me – utterly, brutally, without a doubt, destroyed me. Every now [...]
Do you ever have those moments when clarity comes up behind you with a baseball bat and beats the hell out of you? You get up, groggy, woozy, disoriented, but shit, you know better now, man. I’ve been avoiding getting into this Vixen thing. The problem with procrastination is that you avoid things so much that you [...]