In yesterday’s post I thought I could just show you what Babu wrote in March and let it speak for itself but I cannot. I am brimming with feeling about it. Mostly, I am so frustrated with Babu. It’s easy to judge, it’s easy to judge. I know. But I do not think this woman…
Month: August 2017
March, 1939
This month, I do not wish to be the intermediary. When something is perfect the way it is, you leave it alone. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Babu, March, 1939. Wednesday, March 1st, 1939 Weight only 112 now. Wonder what is keeping me down. Perhaps our tap dancing. We went tonight for a change….
Writing Wednesdays: As my mother would say, I’m full of piss and vinegar today.
Welcome to My Life. Are You…Are You Serious? Are You Really Serious Right Now? A Memoir That I’m Calling Fiction So That This Woman Can’t Sue Me. I Can’t Make This Stuff Up. The Names Have Been Changed to Protect the Truth From People Who Can’t Handle the Truth. Alternate Realities Really Do Exist (My…
The Case of Patches and Miley
I began a post today, a post I’ve been writing for the last hour, that intended to make the world understand the absolute insanity I put up with. It also attempted to purge and cathart, something I still drastically need. But trash talking members of this family is something I have promised myself I wouldn’t…
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