Leave the table when love is no longer served.

Thanks to GEORGE DESIPRIS @desipris for making this photo available on Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/WpLm6hix8i8

We have to leave the table when love isn't being served.

Nothing is more sad and disgusting than looking at a pile of shit on a dish and pretending it’s chocolate cake.

Sometimes certain things are simply inedible. Not palpable.
Just like some people’s behavior towards us should be intolerable and not digested...Ever.

When I’m not busy being a super mom, cleaning up messes, running errands and taking my autistic daughter to her medical appointments, I find time to write poetry and blog about random topics. I am an author, jokester, poet, bibliophile, true crime stories junkie, history buff, single parent, autism advocate, educator, homeless activist, food aficionado autodidact who loves learning about everything. I grew up in West Palm Beach, Panama City and Pensacola, Florida. I currently reside in New Orleans with my two children.