I went natural in ‘94. Grew out my hair in braids then finally took them down and allowed the permed hair to just break off. And sans special hair products and support groups available everywhere today. It was a lonely lonely road and not pretty at all. Even with the brown lip liner.

Last time I checked, they made - and sold in-flight - alcohol for that. Drink up, complainers!

I’ve been collecting stories of United and other airlines’ brutal policies regarding children/parents on their flights for a while. www.facebook.com/UnitedAirlinesLetChildrenSitWithTheirParents For a long time now, there has been no compassion whatsoever and parents are treated like enemies on flights. A crying…

We will never never never never ever know that. His father himself turned him in and that means something wrong of epic biblical proportions went down for him to ‘fess up the family’s imperfections and let it all go public.

Nope. Plenty of hoarding going on here in The Netherlands by people of all nationalities. My ex-husband (Greek) being one and now my English/Dutch new neighbors.

If my kids want a Shirley Temple with the radioactive cherry in it, go for it, you know?”

This is too systematic and it’s grooming behavior. My money is on the instructor being an actual pimp or being directly connected to trafficking. Watch for it. And no camera? Why then the need for every. single. female student to present herself for probing or docking her grades. How many times do they need to do this…

I’m trying to work out the bra strap issue. Why? Why? Just why?

Hint of Areola. Is that her new fragrance line?

Kylie, you do you and go ahead and do that school. While the rest of have school, have work and have shit to do through the rest of the week.

Oh my word, I would go through the shadiest of drive-throughs in the dimmest lit of nights in the dodgiest of neighborhoods (usually a few of blocks from my mom’s house) to order Popeye’s Red Beans & Rice. There must be crack or something in there.

Thanks for your vote of confidence. It just feels that so much of everything we do - including motherhood - involves a lot of faking it.

I wanted to stay in bed with blankets over my head today because I cannot face the expectations of Mother’s Day and all that it implies about what makes a Mother’s Day- worthy mom. I am not that mom. I have 3 little boys whom I love to bits and bits and bits but holely shit, I am looking at my current state of affairs…

I mean really... what’s just one date? Go on one date with the poor guy. What have you got to lose? Except maybe the rest of that arm that he slashed.

Cheeses saves.

The IKEA in Amsterdam has a *family coach* for major shopping holidays like 2nd Easter Day. This is the Monday following Easter Sunday and traditionally a day when families go out shopping together for new furniture. Apparently sofa fabrics are a lightening rod for family dispute so they have separate facilities and…

I want to add “Funeral Stripper, Handan China, 2014-2015” somewhere in small letters on my LinkedIn profile. But where: education, interests, social organizations?

What’s most insidious is that they included the bit about his mom marching for Civil Rights in 1964 but dropped the whole slave-owner aspect. Oh and a Revolutionary War hero. It’s all a bit too much “The Making of Batman” for my taste.

If I had it to all over again. My father produced a child from a long-time affair with another woman. We’ll call him Chocobert. I met him - through my dad- in my early 20’s. I heard some rumors and figured it out pretty quickly, asking my dad directly if Chocobert’s my brother. His answer? “Could be.” Now I realize…

So glad I’m off of Dutch Tender.