*This is an excerpt from a conversation I had with my son shortly after I hung up the wok and started snuggling.* “Mom? How many followers do you have now?” “I don’t have any followers.” “Didn’t you have like a thousand?” “No. Not hardly. I think I around 600.” “What happened to them? Did you make all of them mad?” “No. I don’t have a follower widget anymore.” “So people hate you now, right?” “No. I. Just. Don’t. Have. A.…
Month: February 2020
Instead of watching the fireworks with family and friends, I was sitting in a dive bar chain smoking and drowning my sorrows in Long Island Iced Teas. I dragged my friend, Judy, along with me. Everyone knows misery loves an audience and a designated driver. It had been a year to the day since the last time I saw Sam. A year since he {literally} dumped me at Super America. A year of pushing people away. A year of honing…