Eight months worth of sharing to catch up on. Pull the bandage off the wound method seems the only way I can put this down in writing. La Petite, my youngest, only living child, is seventeen years old and has been living with his father on and off for the last few years. I found out on Sunday morning and confirmed yesterday that he is shooting heroin. Fuck My Life.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
It's hard to believe that so much time has passed since my last post. I still spend some quiet time each night before falling asleep composing posts in my head, and always begin my work mornings catching up on the blogs that are still around. Yet I rarely if ever comment and can never seem to find the words in the light of day to write an actual post. I only wish my writers block was caused by a lack of material to share, and not the lack of time it would take to bring this blog current with all that has happened in my life this last eight months or so.