When people ask me how I'm doing, I know I should say, "Fine." And I usually do. I think there has only been one person who asked me that and I told her I was bored or depressed or something, but that I didn't care enough to actually figure it out. To that person, I probably … Continue reading bored. depressed. don’t care.
Am I the only one who gets weepy about therapy? Dang thing changed me. And not changed me. Changed me back. There, that's how I want to say it. I was me, then I tried on someone else for a while, and now I'm me again. I saw a therapist after my divorce, and I … Continue reading therapy x 2
Who allowed this girl to grow up? I admit to bawling like a baby when I dropped her off. This girl is the best sidekick and having her away from me 3 hours a day is rough stuff. i Listen to the interview here:
Lolo has an imaginary friend. Her name is Shornda. She has a baby sister/brother/ungendered sibling named Kevin (she can never decide), and her parents are always hanging out at our house when we aren't home so they can take care of Kevin while Shornda hangs out with us wherever we are going. Lolo makes up some … Continue reading Shornda is real