I smoked for 25 years before I quit this year. My sister is to blame. For the smoking, not the quitting.
I lived in the South for 13 years before coming back home to Illinois at the end of 2014. I should’ve come back MUCH SOONER.
I believe the biggest lie ever told by any human ever is “people are nicer in the South.” No, people just don’t tell you to your face in the South. You can bet your ass Continue reading “50 Things”
I’ve said it before: in the past seven months, it’s been impossible for me to watch the news. I have about a 60 second window before my limit is reached, and then I just start screaming profanity at the television. (Doubtless, this makes me even more of a delight to live with than usual.) Because I can’t handle any mention of Trump (or of the institutionalized racism, misogyny, and overwhelming Continue reading “I’ll just be over here hiding under my blanket, reading.”
In my first semester at my out-of-state university, I had an English Literature teacher who was probably five or six years younger than I. I wasn’t particularly bothered by this. At the university level, it’s a fair bet that whoever is teaching the class has had enough education to choke a horse; the woman was more educated than I ever had any intention of being. I liked her quite a lot, Continue reading “Inheritance”