Your commitment to integrity isn’t a Long Game, it’s who you are. Please take care of YOU while you care for your kid(s).

You can do this. You’re doing it.

/fin

If you’re in the tangled life of living by a custody agreement that’s not always being honored by the other party: I see you. Your efforts matter. Your commitment to center what’s best for your kid(s) among the digs and being thrown under the bus MATTERS.
5/

Many days and nights, especially at the beginning, I felt like I wouldn’t survive.

I did.
4/

…I did get at least some sleep. So many tears. Completely drained.

And on and on. Repeat for years.

It did get more doable, became our routine.

Today my youngest is 18.

I know I’ll always share kids, but there’s an emotional wave of relief that’s arrived with my kids all now being adults.
3/

…I was headed— to the local theatre (HCTO, before The Ruth) and asking if I could sit in the booth. I wish I could remember what show I saw. I just remember feeling like being there was a special home, and I could be ok for a few hours. And that night, back at home, in an empty house,
2/

Over a decade ago I started living a life of sharing custody of my kids with their dad. I still remember the first night my kids were away. The emptiness ached like I’d never felt before. I didn’t know how I’d survive.

I remember driving that first night— without knowing where
1/

Somebodye once tolde me the worlde ys goinge to roll me, for beholde among the tooles yn the shedde the sharpest Ich am not.

Looking forward to the 8 lb 6 oz Baby Jesus prayer

My oldest is 27 today. Next week my youngest turns 18. My heart is full. I love recalling and continuing to make memories with my kids. 🩶

At work, last day on set, a coworker asks about the best concert I’ve ever attended. A producer here from LA overhears me start talking about @guster.bsky.social and walks over to tell me his buddy in Pasadena is Guster’s rep and shows me video from a backyard concert last summer. 🩶

Lip reading competition

I maintain that among the media's biggest mistakes has been continuing to ask Trump questions as if he's a normal guy instead of asking things like "Can you explain who Jesus is" or "Describe the process of pumping gas"

It’s the first song I taught my brother how to play on the guitar.

Elderly. And Glorified.

Budapest celebration WE RESIST WE DANCE WE WIN

Disagree. *high five*
Signed,
GenX Western New York ‘90s Life

Oceans. I will also accept Black.

I have birthday wishes today. Some wishes are for certain things to never happen, and some wishes are for other things to happen very quickly.

With Weezer?

To the moms and dads whose kids are screaming in line while you’re trying to be calm and give them a magical day: I see you. I remember. 🩶

Food policing poor families isn't a win for nutrition--it's a loss for dignity and joy.

As Brea Perry and I find in our research (see reply), low-income parents buy food treats for their kids because they want their kids to feel happy and normal--and they can't afford to do so in bigger ways.

That’s the Way Love Goes

Photo of a copper coloured coin featuring the profile of a male head which has an indented message across it stating 'Votes for women'

Suffragette-defaced Edward VII penny with subversive political graffiti for the UK women's suffrage cause - 20thC, via British Museum #WomensArt #WomensHistoryMonth

The truth is not the average of a fact and a lie.

I just surfed. My first time. Took a lesson in Haleiwa. I’m exhausted and so pleased I could cry. It was so fun.

Excellent point. Alas, I — unlike February — have manners.

Dear February,
Respectfully, BYE.

they should invent a falling asleep on the couch that happens in bed