Mom’s plate.

I’ve come to terms with the fact that my brain is atrophying and/or has atrophied. Why? Because it’s funny. It reminds me of┬áThe Adventures of Pete and Pete.┬áThere was Pete; Pete’s brother, Pete; Pete and Pete’s mom; and Mom’s plate. Yeah, she had a plate in her brain, which might be why she named bothContinue reading “Mom’s plate.”

Meet my schizophrenic brain!

My mom was pulling all the stops in our conversation last night. “I’m so proud that you’re able to function at a basic level and write your novels. I know you have a great life with your dad, and you don’t have to worry about earning any income. I can’t believe you’ve even traveled internationally.Continue reading “Meet my schizophrenic brain!”

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