The Potty Mouth Granny

  • Survival Is My Resume

    I do a good job of not being depressed, but let’s be clear—it’s work. Daily, intentional, teeth-gritting work. I followed the script American society handed me, even when the pages were stained and missing chapters. I became a teenage mother and didn’t earn my GED until I was twenty-seven. I went to college while raising…

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  • Grieving Isn’t Linear

    “They told me time would heal.But time doesn’t move in a straight line — it circles back.Some days, I laugh again.Some days, I break again.Grief isn’t a journey forward — it’s a spiral inward.” Healing isn’t forgetting — it’s remembering differently. “Just when I think I’ve healed…a song, a scent, a song on a Sunday…

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  • Reclaiming Joy in Your Life

    I majored in sociology in college because it made sense after reading the first paragraph of the textbook I had been assigned. I had been a sociologist my entire life but didn’t know it. When I was a little girl, I used to go to work with my mother during summer vacations and we would…

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  • The New Dirty Word – Feminism

    Before I joined the social media, I used to read articles from the website Salon.com and debate folks in the now defunct comment section. At one time, Salon had a website named Open Salon for the readers who were writers and yours truly won Editors Choice a few times. But I’m digressing as usual so…

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  • Death – The Final Frontier

    Ever since I was a child, I’ve been both terrified and fascinated by the specter of death. I became obsessed with death after spending the summer with my grandmother in 1980. She had moved to Wichita, Kansas to reside with her daughter, Aunt Annabel, and we spent hot summer days together with her telling me…

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