So I watched the Grammy’s last night with nearly 27 million of my closest friends, Facebooking and Tweeting the entire time (if you want to follow me and enjoy watching unpredictable up close, click here). But literally my fingers couldn’t keep up with my brain, which was struggling to keep up with my mouth, which [...]Read More →
Years ago when Good Enough Mother was trying to transition from my middle class, relatively protected upbringing to the responsible and somewhat unpredictable world of adulthood, I dated a bad boy. I was 19 and he was 27. He was a hard body who smoked and cussed and in general seemed a bit dangerous in a crazy, sexy, cool kind of way. Maybe I was trying to rebel against my parents without going as far as, say Montana Fishburne.
Anyway, we had what could only be described as a combustible relationship. One night while driving down the street, we got into our most serious argument. I have no idea what it was about except to say it was awful. I pulled over and ordered him out of the car (I was driving) right there, miles away from his house. I don’t need to tell you he was pretty pissed and before I could pull off, he let loose a stream of expletives and kicked the side of my car with his steel-toed boots, so hard he put a dent in it!Read More →