Right? Like what the everloving hell did I just read? She marches in there just peeing all over the place, has to beat the child in a bathroom so SHE CAN PEE AT THE SAME TIME? Jesus take the wheel.

She just KEPT GOING. God love her.

Have mercy, that is a SOUND summary.

So this rando woman just strolls into schools and beats a child as a FAVOR to the teacher, like some incontinent mercenary? I hope both of them get their asses handed to them in the criminal trial. They won’t, of course, because as I told my son last week, black children are never children, and white children never…

I read an article last week about how a Trump-worshiping town in West Virginia is feeling about him now, and came away with a clearer idea of who these people are. (The article wasn’t a Cletus Safari as such, ain’t nobody got time for those anymore.) A retired couple pictured sitting in recliners watching Fox News…

This is the perfect reply.

The most horrifying and unforgettable scene in the book (for me) hinges on his age and size. That he’s basically still a baby is what makes the entire book so grievous. 

It was unbearable. I might have made it through the first episode, but I don’t recall anything but how often I said, “Dear god, what is happening here, help me.”

Hey, neighbor! I truly love 21C, and the revolving art is always SO interesting. Durham is a great place to live, isn’t it?

We have a 21C hotel where I live (it’s fabulous), and the penguins are neon pink, and clean. I recognized it immediately.

I’m a writer, and have published books in three different genres. One of the things I learned immediately is that the legal read by the firms employed by the major commercial houses operate by this principle: nothing in non-fiction is true, and nothing in fiction is invented. I was grilled for a couple hours before…

This made me snort with laughter.

A true onion allergy (the anaphylaxis sort) is quite rare, I think. I have the more common onion intolerance: raw ones make me very sick, and I can’t be in an enclosed space if they’re being grilled or my throat starts to swell. I’m guessing he also is intolerant, because why on EARTH would you order a Big Mac if you…

I had a very, very similar home life, and I just want to say I’ve been a very good mother for 33 years and four children. I’ve been good at it because of what I endured *and* in spite of it, and if there was hope for me . . . there is hope for many, that’s all I can say.

It’s a CLIP, not a magazine.

“Oh look, wabbit is calling! Wabbit is my biggest fan.”

You *think* I’m not.

As an older woman myself, I can get behind Cannon’s sentiment: maturity does have a great deal of value. But I would also never take up with a damaged, tender 25-year-old with borderline personality disorder and suicidal ideations who was still grieving over an ex, not to mention the childhood loss of his father in a…

He used the hot tub first.

Ditto. I was prepared to love it (I’m prepared to love anything) but it tastes like a balloon dipped in cheap Halloween candy.