Generational Differences
My son hates his grandmother. I can't claim neutrality. But I keep asking myself — did I teach him to hate her, or did she do that herself?
Choke on Your Bitchy Pudding
My second post-divorce Christmas was simultaneously a success and my worst nightmare. My children were gloriously surprised and pleased with their presents. My brother was tickled to see everyone so happy with their gifts. Then there was my mother…the Grinch ain’t got nothing on her. She gives being a Christmas bitch a new name…
I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time
It’s been an hour since we got home from picking my mother from the airport and already my mom is tinkering around my apartment, moving things around, fiddling with my belongings. Usually, this would cause me great stress and be the starting point of many arguments this holiday season. This time it only makes me smile.
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.
