toxic

Once upon a time I had what I considered to be a ‘best’ friend.  I begin this entry with that introduction because, like many stories, that friendship came to an end long ago.  The reason for that end being that over many years I endured endless amounts of passive aggression from said friend until deciding that if that was the nature of friendship–I wanted nothing more to do with it. Continue reading

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Property of: no man (boy)

Scrolling through Instagram, this morning, I came across a photo an old friend had posted of her eldest son looking slightly irritated as he stood with a large clothing sack by his side.  ‘My biggest boy is heading off to sixth grade camp.  Make big memories my love!’, is what it read. Continue reading