memoir, memories, mother, Uncategorized

I’ll give you the fucking 83 cents!

I packed the kids up into the car and set out to the East coast in a hurry. I had received a call from my mother telling me that my grandfather was dying imminently. As I neared the 16 hour mark of driving (having stopped only briefly every three hours or so for gas and… Continue reading I’ll give you the fucking 83 cents!

David, Husband, relationships, Uncategorized, Wyatt

My Idiosyncrasies

Get ready for a ramble fest y'all. Last night hubs said something that made me think... I have been blaming Wyatt for instilling a lot of negative relationship behaviours in me... and to an extent I think that's still true, but perhaps I've been bred to be ... How did he put it? ... I… Continue reading My Idiosyncrasies