Black Friday has never been an activity that I ever cared to participate in. Getting up in the middle of the night to stand in God-awful lines for hours outside in the freezing cold or possibly rain or snow, when a reasonable person would be sleeping? No, thank you. Then when you do get inside? More lines. Continue reading “Black Friday 2016”
“MOM!” she screamed bloody murder from her upstairs bedroom.
It sounded like she was being stabbed or there was a stranger that had gotten in the house. I jumped in surprise and horror while I was in the bathroom and got eyeliner all over my face. Continue reading “The Scream”
She cried and put her blankets back over her head that morning after the famed election.
“Are the polls all in now?”, she asked when I woke her up on Wednesday, November 9th. Continue reading “The Election through Her Eyes”