On taking away what really isn’t mine

Look at the clock.
I’ve been lying here for 45 minutes trying to stop the wheels from spinning, the panic from setting in. The images from cascading.
Her saying as I’m tucking her in, "I want to go to F’s house, Mama." And I smile and say, "In the morning, Love."
Her standing on the back of the [...]

Pride, Pee and the Pursuit of Rent.

Hey, remember how happy I was to send Isobel off to daycare? That’s ending. I simply can’t afford it this month; the perpetual cycle of running out of money before month’s end and rent is paid is killing me. I’m finding that my first support payment of the month (of two) is going directly to [...]

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