I’m a middle-aged mother of three who writes. Does that make me a writer? Mayhaps. This blog is an outlet for all the little stories or missives that spill from my brain and aren’t meant for a novel. Or maybe they are, but they haven’t gestated long enough. Maybe on the virtual pages here, they’ll develop into something more.
So that’s what this is, simply stories and ideas that spontaneously erupt from my psyche. Some is funny, some is dark, some is sad, some is all of those combined, but it’s all me and my head.
Buckle up, and thicken up that skin, because in this state I can be brash, lacking in political refinement, and crude. If that’s your bag, enjoy the inside of my brain.
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