I Was Told There Would Be Donuts...

...not yet a man. Becoming a man. I admit, as a woman...this is unfamiliar territory for me. I know a little about how to become a woman-(well, I am still grasping at the full concept of this, truly) Because, becoming a woman-is still a work in progress for most women, until...well, death. I guess maybe, that men-have the same issue? My son is 17 years old. And as the cliche goes, not quite a boy, not yet a man. He deals with a lot of the typical things, hormones, school, growing up, full-throttle angst, and responsibility. But these things really just scratch the surface. I'd like to say that I know what he is going through, but my failing ability to see through his eyes, is becoming quite apparent. He is struggling. I have posted prior about my son making the decision 2 years ago to move to his father's house-for many reasons. I told him years ago after a nasty custody battle, that when he was at least 13, he could then make the decision himself to move to spend...

...Or not. You happen to like winter.  It's here. Fuck. I am not a winter lover. I loathe the snow, the cold, the frozen ground, the frozen cars, and frozen fingers and toes. I detest the thin, dry, air. The slathering of chapstick, lotion, and static electricity when I am attempting to look pretty and styling my low-maintenance hair. I have never been the person who likes to play in snow, or make snowmen, or snow angels, or build forts, or have snowball fights. I DON'T LIKE WINTER. Insult to injury...even though I don't like it. Typically I get three good months of autumn to prepare my body for the aching bones, the sight of my own breath, and layers of clothes. This year...we skipped fall altogether. And it really pisses me off. Mid-November. Not even Thanksgiving-and we are shivering, shoveling, salting, sliding, and bundling. It's a fucking weather conspiracy. But. In the interest of being a more positive person...today. There are a handful ...

...Inner Thespian. Relax. I'm married. Look up the word. So, it's been a long time...shouldn't have left you...without a dope beat to step to. Sorry, I like 90's R&B. It used to be my sex soundtrack when I was single. Don't judge. And Alliyah is dead now, so don't be disrespectful. Anyway, sorry I haven't written much. But, the title implies that I was doing something new. I warned you about it in other entries, don't seem so shocked. I was busy. The theater proved to be a mostly positive experience for me. And despite my early apprehensions, it was fun. I don't regret it and a certainly glad that I finally put on my big girl panties and did it. They are the ones embroidered with the days of the week, and no stains. I'm a big girl now. I could wax poetic about all of the experience with great, illustrious, descriptive words and give you the visceral tour. But, really I just want to talk about why it was so special to me with...