I wrote my Dad’s obituary! 😭

Being the first born child sucks ass! Not only did I arrange for my Dad’s cremation today, I was also appointed as planner of his Celebration of Life and also as writer of his obituary. I only recorded it so that I could type it quickly without looking back-and-forth at my little piece of paper.… Read More

Drawing it out… 😭

My dad has been in ICU for a week now. He has to a have a defibrillater implanted into his heart tomorrow morning, while his blood pressure stays at a very low rate. I’m worried. I am so fucking scared of facing life on Earth without him. I can’t stand the thought of losing him,… Read More

“Baby, you’ve been prolific!”

Although I always try to see the good in other people, sometimes it is necessary to defend yourself with truth. The proof is always in the pudding. According to one person, (whom shall remain unnamed and unseen): “Since when do you work?! You’ve been busy sitting around and doing nothing while your husband works his… Read More

My Life is Crashing Down With My Daddy

Death is so final. I have always had so much hope that with modern technology and medical advances, that my dad would be fine. I’ve never been the best at handling terminal illness and death. And the death of someone close to me nearly destroys me. I’m still trying to deal with the loss of… Read More

City Slickers Thinkin’ They Are Country Bumpkins, or Something Like That…

I have been packing our 2,500 square foot house for about a month now because… WE ARE GOING OFF THE GRID! For Real. Pleaser ask me every single question you can think of so I can determine how much I DO NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS SHIT! (It’s going to be hilarious! ) Stay tuned… 🤣

I Drew Me and My Pops!

I drew me with my dad! And I loved it! I need to draw more of these because these make my heart sing. I need to find one from when I was a little girl, and draw it! How fun!!!! Step 1 And here I am with my mama!

She Thinks She’s a Fucking Kite

I drew my niece tonight. She didn’t call me for Mother’s Day. She has called me every Mother’s Day since her mom died, three years ago, but she didn’t call this year. And I know why… It doesn’t make me happy. I used to think she was a heroin addict, but I know now that… Read More