still-learning
Mediocrites
still-learning

The juice beating is actually one of my earliest memories. (And the reason why whenever my nieces spill something, I give them a kiss and a giggle while I help them clean up.)

As an infant, I was beaten with a wooden yardstick until my chubby legs turned red and I gasped for breath.

Jesus. Right about now I want to take your younger self in, give her milk and cookies, put on cartoons, and tell her everything’s going to be all right. (Queen King Beauregard and I frequently provide a haven for people, sometimes QKB’s relatives, sometimes adults we know. We have a room just for people needing a safe

I tried to have a talk with my neighbor across the street (maybe 17) about the way she communicated with her daughter. The kid is just starting to walk, so I’m thinking 2-ish - she’s YELLED, and I mean yelling, screaming at the top of her lungs like she’s being raped - yelled at the kid since the day she was born. I

See also Russell Berger, the former “Chief Knowledge Officer”of CrossFit, Inc. It’s funny how these types have a regular, professional gig as well as being a “pastor” of some sort. They might be smarter than they appear, figuring that sooner or later they’re going to show their ass on social media while representing

I grew up in a 70s hippie brand of Catholicism, and though I left the faith a long time ago, I believe that hate and exclusion and dominance were never supposed to be the main messages of the faith. I think faith has been used as a weapon, and if we were able to strip it all back to the main message of “do unto

nothing about “reduce your calories” translates to“eat fake meat” to me. but what do I know? i am sure vegetarians will probably enjoy the option. not sure vegans will trust it, though. especially w/the risk of cross-contamination & kfc still factory farming.

If your reaction to being paid in change morphs from mild annoyance escalating right into verbal and physical assault, you need to be removed from society for awhile.

My best friend and I dressed up as Burt and Ernie for halloween about 8 years ago. Went out and got pretty hammered at the bars, and then I see down the street, Cookie Monster, just standing there. Well I thought it was a good idea to jump on his back, we both fell to the ground, and that’s when I feel a shot to the

I read this and I’ve now spent about 30 minutes wondering about the lives of the respective parties involved given what we know from the obit. Take what we know about Kathleen Dehmlow: Married at 18-19 (so young), two kids and pregnant with a third by 24 (still really young). Moves to California, abandoning two kids

I am exhausted by the cruelty of other humans.