Category: writing
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Lord have mercy, look at them. Like a pack of colorful, sugar-crazed locusts descendin’ on a freshly mowed lawn. Honestly, if these kids put half as much effort into findin’ their shoes in the mornin’ as they do chasin’ down a plastic egg filled with three stale jellybeans, we’d have a much quieter Sunday. Now…
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For a moment — a rare, shimmering moment — the pookie cat settles on me like a warm, purring badge of honor. James is curled into my side, serene as a woodland creature in a children’s book. Jack is draped across him in perfect sibling alignment, not a single elbow weaponized, not a single knee…
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Well hey there, sugar.It’s me, Miss Tootsie Mae — the woman your HR department prays you never quote directly. I’ve lived long enough to know two things: men will lie about the weather, and workplaces will lie about “team alignment.” I’ve survived office politics, church politics, and three husbands who all thought “taking out the…
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The Perfect Thrones for Judging the Humansby Her Majesty Pookie, Calico Monarch of Moral Superiority and Soft Surfaces Not all seating is created equal.Some thrones offer softness but lack altitude.Others offer elevation but expose one to toddler chaos and Pop-Tart shrapnel.To judge the humans properly, one must choose location, texture, and symbolism with grace and…
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Featuring Tequila (Right), Little Tequila (Left), and One Very Overworked Toddler King James climbed onto the bed with the gravitas of a man about to deliver a State of the Union address. He surveyed his plush council. He inhaled deeply. He exhaled like a disappointed CEO. James: “Ladies… gentlemen… stuffed citizens… we have a crisis.”…
