2020: Diary of a Very Bad Year
2021 is over? I never came to terms with 2020. I can’t let go of everything I lost, including my mother.
I started referring to myself as b*tch. My nonbinary kid (pronouns: they/them) and their sister, ages fourteen and nineteen, said things like, “You’re a bad-ass b*tch” and “Thank you sissy ho.” These…