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I’m Done. The Pants.

A bewildered morning after slough. Brown circles deepening around the eyes, a bruisy pallor in the cheeks. The air heavy with the musty smell of regret and shame. There-in her bed- was that narcotic friendly suckboy from last night. The one she thought looked like James Dean after 3 Sidecars, drooling on her pillowcase and reeking […]

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No Country For Old Moms

A parenting deal gone bad. Every decision a cointoss when raising a teen boy. The hunter and the hunted. Who is who? Intermittent explosive events striking without warning, leaving chaos in their wake. Paralyzing overwhelm. WTF is happening? What is going on with you teen person stranger? What are you? Who am I? Who have we

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