Yeah. Abandonment issues are a thing.

I assure you some of us on the inside feel the same way.

It happened Tuesday, not Thursday.

Testosterone, it’s a helluva drug.

A spoonful of peanut butter always works for me. That, or breath control.

In 1997, I too divorced my toxic mother. When she died two years ago, I had nothing left to grieve. For those 14 years, I grieved the lack of a functional mother (and grandmother to my kids). As sad as it sounds, it was without a doubt, the best way to handle the situation.

He’s missing the accessories — a corn cob pipe and a jug of moonshine.

Or both.