karmadrenalynn
karmadrenalynn
karmadrenalynn

My eyes widened to the size of saucers when I saw the costumes.

That escalated quickly

Ha! The only thing close to an enemy my mom has? A person who was judgmental of my sister without knowing the situation. That and horrible abusive parents. Our moms would totally be the A-Team.

I’ve told this one here before, but…

GAHHHH one more. Sorry, but I love it.

My mom passed away in 2009 from ovarian cancer. She was not the warm and fuzzy type when I was growing up—that was my dad. She and I had an odd relationship, which she tried to remedy in her own way before she died. So it’s hard to remember anything that stands out in particular. She was an efficient caretaker,

I cannot even begin with the utter awesome, adorable person that is my mother. Just reading this right now, though, I remember one night when my mom took an Ambien for the first time. My mom is such a lightweight. She rarely ever drinks, and even then only a sip. Never smoked, never did drugs. She is a cheery,

I can’t think of any funny mom stories off the top of my head, but I just feel like telling all you randos on the internet that she was (and still is) literally the best mom ever. The best mom I could ever have, anyway. She raised us as feminists, she raised us to be outspoken, she raised us to always question

My mom waited until I was a grown and married lady to tell me this story.

My mother was very much a woman Of A Certain Class. She had largely abjured that portion of her upbringing, but it was still with her internally, and showed in her manners, even at home. It’s really not possible to erase this entirely. “You can take the girl out of the debutante set, but...” etc.

Blow Out features a very common and oft used drum beat called the “Amen Break”. It’s sampled a ton and super diverse in how it can be used. To learn more, listen here:

So many good ones but the one that I love the most is this convo.

My mom is the mom that gets hella joy out of making me feel like a bad daughter.

I can’t think of one particular story. Things were rocky with my mom when I was in my early twenties because she was very stressed about money and fought with my dad a lot and she confided in me like a friend about it all which upset me. It’s more complicated than that but you get the idea. The older I got the better

Sooooo many stories from my powerful and intense and difficult and deeply loving mom... but I think the best story about her is her own. I’ve struggled to reconcile some of our differences over the years, but I remain deeply in awe of the woman who raised me.

My mom’s life story is objectively amazing: the daughter of

My mom is awesome. She moved to Ohio from Puerto Rico with her husband and three-year-old daughter to get her Ph.D. She was away from everyone she knew, and didn’t really know English. She worked full time on top of school, and raised two daughters (second daughter born two years after arriving to Ohio), and put up

Divorce is a sin. Wives are just women.

Since almost every state in the Union seems to have a Springfield you also have built-in franchising opportunities.

I want to open a restaurant chain called “Flanders” where all the servers have to wear bushy mustaches and tight ski pants. And they will all be required to know sexy Flanders moves.