Choke on Your Bitchy Pudding
A returned present, a plea to let her sleep in, and a sulk timed for the unwrapping. How my mother turns Christmas into a hostage situation.
10 Reasons I Hate Watching Movies With My Mother
Ten cardinal rules of movie watching. La Llorona and my brother break all of them. Every. Single. Time. Consider this a formal documentation of the damage.
I Am Not the Favorite Child
My mother washes the mug I was using and hands it straight to my brother mid-sip, and no, I am not overreacting about a cup.
Et tu, brute? You sure are Judgy, Bitch.
Somehow despite having been a single mom, my mother does not understand my single parenthood. Super annoying.
