Since I was a little girl, I have always needed something to do with my hands. (Yep, classic ADHD symptom that STILL has not been properly diagnosed) It was entirely commonplace, then as well as now, to see my space liberally littered with paper, pens, pencils, scissors, glue, yarn, paintbrushes and…

oooof it's so true! And it makes me so angry that they twist and skew that trope and make ALL other single moms look bad

Stubbed out cigarettes (What a repulsive habit, how can you live like this?!) Faint odor of mold, from trash that lingers endlessly like a never ending drip of water on my forehead (You’re a sickening, slovenly slob!) Dandruff flakes under the nails from my unwashed scalp, like the mud dries in the…