I write what I know, and the suppositions of "what if". This place incorporates the two aspects of my life: the real (or my perspective of what is "real") and the fiction. Sometimes it's profane, confusing, sad, sweet, bitter,and funny- or just plain boring and stupid, all at the same time, but it's mine.
Teacher, writer, amateur bass player, observer of the world..
One other thing:
My dad passed away August 15, 2013 from Alzheimer's. I hate Alzheimer's and Trump. In that order.
How I Deal with Life.....
Thursday, March 1, 2012
A Mom’s Explanation
Just because I don’t agree with how you run your life doesn’t mean I don’t love you.
Just because I choose to distance myself, doesn’t mean I am abandoning you; it just means I am saving myself and probably you.
Love sometimes means that a person just has to walk away.