Conversations with my Mother…

Conversations with my Mother… First, allow me to introduce the participants in said conversation. Brett – My brother, Corey – Brett’s best friend, Emily – My niece, Kyle – Emily’s boyfriend (He’s from Ireland; which will be an important point for later), Aaron – My husband, Me, and Shelley – My mother Scene – We’re at a party in a warehouse. Me – Corey, is Kelly (his girlfriend) a tidier roommate than Brett? Corey – Oh, no. Definitely not. She’s a collector of… things. She’s basically a hoarder of trinkets and… stuff. Shelley – Oh!  Like Scrotchies! No, scrunchies, crotchies, …

I Can Barely Take Care of Myself – Jen Kirkman

This is not so much an book review as it is a conversation. A conversation I was too scared to have on my own so I’m using Jen Kirkman’s words, as a buffer of sorts. A pillow, to soften some of the things that I want to say, to talk about. There really shouldn’t be anything to be scared about, but for some reason, having this discussion without wording it around Jen’s book makes my voice shake, ever so slightly. Since the days when I was still wearing one piece pyjamas I have told anyone who would listen that I …