I have these fancy drinks that have been in my fridge for a year. Over a year technically, but yeah, a year. The lemon ones my best girl brought over and I didn't drink them that night and so there they've sat. The blood orange one was for Christmas or New Years and I just …
Dear Dad at the Park Calling Your Son Chicken for Not Wanting to Slide
I can't get you out of my head. Rather, I can't get your boy out of my head. After I heard you say it for the third time, "WHAT ARE YOU CHICKEN?" as your boy was at the top of the slide taking in his options, my blood was boiling. It crushed my heart to …
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Don’t forget this
My alcohol addled brain has forgotten entire chunks of my past. The blackouts. That's incredibly hard for me to reconcile, even though I know there's no getting it back. I can only focus on now and going forward and trying to soak it all in and capture. I worry about the forgetting. Even now with …
Too Sober For This 