How could she possibly be expected to hear these things and NOT feel some sense of righteous indignation? Her firstborn had been immersed in the world of Stephen King. Fuck neutrality, this was war – and she’d already chosen her side.
Was this it? The moment somebody would call CPS on her horrific mothering decisions? WAS it a bad decision? She couldn’t be sure.
But she also knew that Mother Nature isn’t always kind to humans too brash to acknowledge her unrelenting laws, like basic physics. And gravity.
Awhile back (we’re talking last summer, y’all), I had the distinct pleasure of reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. I say it was a pleasure because I have a life-long habit of giving LOTS of f*cks about LOTS of things… making it extremely refreshing to imagine another way of being- one with…