Say hello to ya motha fa me

It’s hard to feel sexy when you catch whiffs of salami that actually just end up being your present stench. The worst part? You’d murder for a salami sandwich atm.

There’s no new piece this week because I’ve been too busy slinging shit on Facebook Marketplace and cleaning dust out of every crevice of our home during my morning scribble time, so instead, as I sit here on my back deck finally feeling the Sun on my skin again and listening to the plethora of birds that have decided to make our home their home as well, I’m giving you a first look at a full piece of the book.

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In honor of Mother’s day, this is a first hand glimpse into my journey so far:

SALTINES

I so badly want to be one of those women who walks around barefoot in her backyard with her hand gently on her stomach, humming softly and sweetly to the unborn child that she already has an unmistakable connection with, but I’m too busy laying on the couch, housing a sleeve of saltines slathered in butter while the crumbs trickle onto my new boobs and get stuck in my unwashed hair.