Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
Some things look impossibly perfect till they shatter. For them, the magic broke in an instant. One moment, they were flying around, contorting their bodies into impossibly beautiful shapes. And then, the tiniest of collisions as their skates hit each other, and down they fell in a heap. They got back up and finished, leaving […]
The hole was right there, in the spot where any sudden move would trigger a glimpse of deepest inner thigh or maybe a crotch flash of undies du jour. Even a lady of low fashion standards like me couldn’t bring myself to wear them, so I stashed the accidentally x-rated jeans in a bottom drawer […]