The pole fairy godmother’s magic shoes gave me confidence.
Not that I need a special day of the year to be a narcissistic, self-promoting fame whore.
The word should be savored.
“Just hold it steady and I’ll nail it in.”
Mother’s Day is a sobering reminder that I have children.
Older women have mastered the art of masking condescension as pleasant observation: a righteous skill.
I’m “Conjunction Junction” years old.
She didn’t take shit from anyone and did as she pleased, usually while holding a tumbler glass full of booze.
Feel the vibration, goat.
I think I am a mediocre mother at best.
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