When life gives you heavy shit, lift heavy shit. It’s my new motto. Well, newish. About a year and a half ago I started hitting the gym pretty regularly. I hired a personal trainer and started getting a little more serious about my health… Why? Because taking care of mom was taking a toll on… Continue reading When Life Gives You Heavy Shit… Lift Heavy Shit.
Valarie, half asleep, tried first to reason with me. She had to travel for work and couldn’t come home anytime soon. There was money on the bankcard she uses to send mama cash.
“Nessa just take the card, buy some stuff, put it in a box and say I mailed it,” she said.
There are so many things I’m angry about. Sometimes it’s hard to see past it all to remember why I chose this path in the first place. To go forward I must go back.
Mama is always teaching me lessons. Even now, when she is blind and almost completely dependent on me, there are all kinds of ways she is helping me to be a better person. Lesson #999? If I’m to make it through this roller coaster that is my life these days I’m going to have to… Continue reading Put that in Your Kate Spade
It seems to be the theme in the history of mama and me. Here too soon. Mama was a baby when she had me, not yet 16. My grandmother told me the story of the day I came into this world in a letter she wrote me on my 16th birthday. She talked about how… Continue reading Here Too Soon…
When I was younger I used to tell people that I didn’t give my mom too much grief as a child. Now that I’m a mother of a daughter in her 20s I understand… payback is a bitch.