Musings of a Grown A** Woman — men
This Holiday
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This HolidayIt's Father's Day here in North America…and the only thing I'm excited about is the season finale of “American Gods” on Starz tonight. Color me aloof AF. Last year was spent on a pillow of tears the first half of the day followed by snowballs and lamentations that evening. Today, I have what seems to be the beginnings of a sinus infection and a fistful of anger. I'm mad as hell that I can't call my dad or grandfathers. I'm sure some of you are thinking, “Doesn’t she have a husband who is the father of her son?”...
Never JUST a Wife and Mom
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Thought I wasn't gonna get around to posting this week, huh? Yep. So did I. LOL! But here we are. Recently, I posted on Facebook about my excitement regarding my son’s upcoming foray into public school. I'm BEYOND ready for him to be out of my sight for a few hours during the day. Like, seriously…we see each other too much. Not to mention, I HAVE GOALS. I noticed upon posting my elation (and subsequent celebratory twerking) that people really love to put other folks in boxes. Since that post, I've read and heard things like: “You're not gonna...
Broken Bough: Dead Man's Tales
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Many moons ago, an old guy named John Dryden was quoted having said, “Dead men tell no tales.” Well, he dead azz lied. I've uncovered so much about my dad and grandfather in the past year that I could write novels based on their lives. No really. I could. One day, I may. During my childhood, they both seemed so mysterious. Especially my father. Not living in the same house with him, having a ridiculously active imagination, and seeing his motorcycles/race cars, I created the person I wanted him to be. In my teen years, I witnessed him make an attempt...
Vintage Cigarette **Culturati post**
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Must’ve been my lucky day-more like a Lucky Strike Had nothing to do with bowling or a UFC fightBlowing smoke? Didn’t matter. I’d stay in his pocket like a TipaletFeeling like he was my personal Newport, on that Montague and CapuletI wasn’t looking for a relationship, not even a suitor or dateBut something in his candor made me refuse to make him waitBurning the loosey at both ends; tired, satisfied, passion unparalleled No filter between his lips and thoughts but still easy to inhaleI wanted to take a long pull on him like his shirt said Pall MallPlace him between my...