So I thought I’d be ultra-cool and read this at a stoplight.


Joke’s on me!

When the light turned green, I had big ol’ tears rolling down my face. When I got home and hugged my kid, I think he was alarmed by the red eyes lol.


I truly worry about this, even knowing how close my mom and I are now. I worry that he’ll get big enough to realize I’m not perfect and see how much smarter and more amazing he is than dowdy old mom and never look back.

At the same time, I am fearful of the damage mothers often do to their sons, by thrashing against the normal order of things and fostering too much interdependence for too long. It is SUCH a delicate balance. Do it right, and you get Alto. Do it wrong?

Norman Bates.


I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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