ways to demean me, once they've blown their load. And I don't have any money.

Hi. I'm a single mom in my early forties who doesn't drink or take any substances that people (in general) find recreationally fun or habitually necessary. I am unbearably exhausted and no longer have it in me to perform for someone who will most likely pretend I don't exist or find other subtle...

Oh, is he just being cordial. Did I read too much into someone kind of smiling at me.

reasons = trust issues/issues and because I don't know what the look is or why he's giving it.

Not in theater though. I'll get back in a few months.

Am I going to hatewatch it? Most likely. I mean is there really a single, good musical biopic out there? They are Hallmark Channel trash drama for the big screen. And yes, that actor has a certain lookin' good in a rolled up white tee jersey dumb boy appeal.

I also especially love reading aloud to them, because it always prompts great questions. With this book there were many -have you learned about this event or that person/peoples in school yet- questions, just within the first chapter.

I still sometimes spoonerize the text and my sight skips ahead and puts the words coming out of my mouth out of order, but I've learned to be less embarrassed by this and I think my kid has a pretty good understanding of who I am and doesn't judge me or laugh at me for it, I hope that holds true.

I'm less likely to drift and do that thing where I get stuck reading the same passage over and over for like an hour. It's also an opportunity for me to vocalize without the pressure of having to. Immediately respond to something or translate what's swirling in my brain in a linear fashion.

Then I thought they were getting sleepy, because they had stopped sketching. So, I asked if they wanted me to keep reading and was once again pleasantly surprised that they said yes again. I actually love reading aloud, because it's actually really helpful with my concentration while I'm reading...

Projecting my deeply internalized ableism and worries that they are "like me", but all I have to do is remind myself that they've been super verbal from a very young age. I attempted to teach them baby sign language, but they skipped right over it and were like, I talk now Mama!

Not for editorial purposes, but additional subject matter. They drew, while I flat-narrated, they have occasionally obliged me and let me pick up a nonfiction. I'm constantly goading them to read to me, but they claim they don't like reading aloud and it's probably another instance where I'm...

It's great with a potential sensory warning for the last track. It has some hurdy gurdy-esque sustained notes that felt a little needling, but were dimmed at an appropriate time IMO.