My Peers are in their late 30s/early 40s. Some have been to and graduated college or University. Some of them are married. Some have children. Many of them have careers that they either love or hate. All of them are making it through the best they can. And I am on the outside of their experiences, looking in, wondering what normal would feel like. Some time ago one of my peers posted how their Parent had a cold and that
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In the midst of a morning full of fuckery that my sister and brother are bailing me out of… Me: (To Sister) If you wash my face, I’ll brush my teeth and I’ll be able to get done faster. Then you can get a yogurt for me so I won’t leave on an empty stomach. Sister: Okay, stand close to the bathroom door… (Gets washcloth and puts soap on it while I park like 6 feet
That one time your Sister just pulls away from the house and it’s you and Penelope Dog sitting on your front porch-lette getting your requisite 20 min. of sun time cause your vitamin D kinda low… And you decide F&^k This S#!t – it’s too hot out here and realize that you need to stop podcasting and playing 3s and get back into the coolness of your house? So you place your fancy pants phone on your new
I spent the better part of that day saying his name and then uttering an angry curse right after. Or vice versa – which ever came to mind first: the curse or the thought of him. I lamented that, now who was I going to be buying shampoo or mens’ summer shorts for?… after I had spent the night prior planning out my next months’ shopping list. The empty feeling whistled through me much like how I felt after my
My primary disability is like the signature piece to an ensemble that I will never be able to take off. It is the first thing people see when they meet me, one of the only things most remember about me and the thing I must always know how to ‘wear’ well. Where most people have style coaches to show them how to mix and match prints and colors, there is no guide that shows me how to accessorize my disability.