When the Future is So Uncertain

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As I was making my coffee this morning, I had a random flashback to a moment in time that I will never forget — the moment that my daughter’s principal told me “it’s never too early to start thinking about group homes for her in the future.”

Wait, what?

At the time, she was only in fourth grade, and I was being told by someone that basically she had no hope of living on her own when she was an adult.

It’s a memory that comes to me often, at the most random times like a bad dream.

It was one of the worst moments of my life, to hear those words so early on in my daughter’s life.

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Two More Years

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two more years, 
I think,
until I won’t 
get offended
on Twitter

or into fights
with “friends”

until I can
turn on the news
and not want to cry
it’s safe to pick up
a newspaper
without worrying
I’ll rip it to shreds

two more years,
I think,
we can get
through this
the days are long
but the years are short

and maybe
they will be
even shorter

we can only

remember hope?
remember change?

who’s laughing now,

Why I’m Afraid to Get a Job

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I have had terrible, horrible, no good very bad luck with bosses for my entire life.

I’ve had bosses who have harassed me, bosses who have shamed me, bosses who have gone out of their way to personally make my life miserable… and I just don’t think I can take that anymore.

When I left the workforce to try my hand at freelance designing and writing back in the fall of 2016, I made a promise to myself that I intend to keep:

I will no longer eat shit from assholes.

I will no longer tolerate bad bosses in my life, and I’m afraid that is going to make it hard to be happy in any job I take because you never know going into things what kind of boss you are really going to get.

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Parenting: Prepare Yourself for Disappointment

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I think a lot of parents, especially new ones, romanticize that their child will be perfect and their parenting skills top notch.

They believe that their child will always respect and love them and be the cute little rewarding bundle of joy that they get to hold in their arms on the day of their birth.

This is not so.

I hate to tell you, but infancy is the easiest part of parenting.

You take care of their basic needs, you comfort and hold them when they cry, and you nurture them into learning and growing, and that is where the easy part stops.

Because then children learn to speak, and it’s all downhill from there.

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