Why I love being a single mom:

I can spend hours at the store without fielding seven phone calls about when I’m coming home. I can have male friends. I don’t have to listen to excuses anymore. I know that if the laundry isn’t put away,it’s my responsibility, rather than having asked someone a dozen times only to have him say..

oft-neglected but not forgotten

I wish I blogged more than I do. I certainly have the material, but finding the time and the presence to sit about and apply fingers to keyboard is harder to come by. Thoughts as of late have been dark. I blame the upcoming birthday. I should, perhaps, just check myself in somewhere