The blue house where I grew up, where my dad lived until just a little while ago, is now light green. Someone else is listening to the crickets outside my bedroom window (the one on your left) and the rickety, rotting playhouse in the backyard where I once pretended to open a hair salon has
I actually hate it when people make comments about how, as a single mother, I have to be both parents. Because I don’t. I can’t. I am not two parents. I am not a mom and a dad. I am just a mom. I am one person, trying her best to raise her son on
“Hi dad. It’s me, T. I was just calling to see if you could call me back as soon as possible because I want to talk to you. Okay I love you bye.” He hung up the phone and then curled up into my arms. He’s grown so much; he’s all arms and legs. But he’s still
For third grade I took T out of public school and moved him into a charter school. On the surface it seemed like a great decision. The school was super close to work. So close that I could park at the school and walk to work after taking him to school. School started at the
For Christmas I received a gift certificate for a haircut, highlight and facial at a REAL salon. It was very exciting. But also nerve-wracking. The first time I went to a real salon was to get my hair done for prom, so I was like 17 and way more awkward than I am now. Trust me.