Crap goes down,
I call my mom.
Need to vent.
I call my mom.
On a long road trip,
I call my mom.
Need some advice,
I call my mom.
Want someone to
side with me,
I call my mom.
Any given life
situation, problem,
or need,
I call my mom.

The world put its dirty finger
on your lips and told you
to be quiet. Obedient.
Submissive. Still.

The world told you that
your pain, your voice,
your rage didn't
matter.

The world didn't account
for the way we would
rise together to burn
the whole damn
thing to the
ground.

I am a person of faith...it is literally my middle name, yet I hesitate to label myself Christian anymore. I don't recognize Christianity anymore. When I post about MAGA, people get really pissed and tell me to stick to writing about motherhood.

But I am stubborn AF as will write about what I want.

It is quite sad and disturbing that the people claiming moral superiority have exactly zero morals.

And those same people celebrate a man I wouldn't trust for a second with my daughter.

Just fyi FB has us auto-follow JD Vance so I went ahead and UNFOLLOWED. That is just gross.

How's everyone's avoid the news and inauguration at all costs day going today?

Thank you for your service and sacrifice and decency #joebiden

💙💙💙

Long distance bestie,

We may not get to
see each other often,
but when we do,
it's like coming home.
You are my favorite.
Love you. 💕

To the worn out mom,

You do not need to do this perfectly. None of us, not a single one of us, does. We all have bad days, snap at our kids, feed them fast food, don't say the right thing, feel like we are failing on the regular.

You are not alone. And you are not a bad mom.

Michelle Obama skipping the inauguration... 👊

My child, I am never not thinking of you. I want you to have a beautiful life, because you've given me one.

I raised my kids
and they raised me.
I am proud of them
and I try to be someone
they are proud of, too.
I take care of them and
they take care of me.
They were the best kids
and now they are my
favorite young adults.