When the Bough Breaks

Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all. Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop Who the hell puts their baby, along with the cradle, in a fucking tree? They don't. It's a metaphor. For mother (or father, primary caregiver - just so I don't offend anyone reading this who isn't

When the Bough Breaks2018-01-11T13:49:07-06:00

74 Days of Positivity

It's almost Halloween which means it's almost winter here in Minnesota so I've decided to have 74 days of positivity. If you're missing the obvious connection, that's okay. I'll explain. When the days start to get shorter I start to get this overwhelming urge to hibernate. I don't necessarily want to sleep, I just don't want to do anything. I tend to get down. I

74 Days of Positivity2016-10-19T13:32:24-05:00

I Made My Mother Cry… Again

Today I visited my mother in the nursing home. I go every week and usually it's an okay experience for both of us. Not today. Today I made my mother cry... again. I didn't mean to do it, but I walked into it nonetheless. I've always been the one who made my mother cry. My father made her cry quite a bit, too, but he

I Made My Mother Cry… Again2016-09-09T06:04:37-05:00

Doubts

I'm having a lot of doubts these days. I'm not sure what I am doing or why for that matter. I want to finish this book but the more I work on it the more I think it sucks. I also know that I need to refine the focus of it, I have an idea but honestly I don't know what the fuck I am

Doubts2010-10-18T16:33:11-05:00

I Hit The Wall

After weeks of burning the candle at both ends I hit the wall. Which sucks because I need at least another week before I can take any kind of time to myself. I didn't let that stop me yesterday however. I did nothing. I curled up on the couch and watched TV all day, between dozing on and off that is. Most mornings, starting around

I Hit The Wall2010-03-23T07:05:31-05:00

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Redhead Ranting is the rantings of a frazzled, twice divorced mother of two who freelances and cares for two stupid dogs while writing her memoir against incredible and unbelievable odds (but will make a wonderful book one day).

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