The Potty Mouth Granny

  • The Main Reason Why America Ain’t Shit

    So today, I was denied once again by disability who determined that I can work. Despite losing some cognitive function due to the medication I take for epilepsy, despite being diagnosed with anxiety, and osteoarthritis, despite being diagnosed with cataracts, and despite being 54 years old and living in a society that has contempt for…

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  • My Old Man

    Last week on my Facebook feed, some of my friends had to make the decision to put their beloved cats down because they were sick and aging and it pained me to see their pain. Particularly since I have a super senior cat of 15 years. He’s been a part of my life since he…

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  • Trying to Have Positive Thoughts Even When You’re Feeling Overwhelmed

    Last week in my Facebook memories from three years ago, I had posted about resigning from a job because of my medical condition. If you follow my blog then you know I have epilepsy and I take anti seizure medication to control the seizures. When I read that old post, I realized that I have…

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  • The Change of Life or Menopause

    I’m 52 years old and I’m currently going through that dreaded period in a woman’s life: menopause and it’s a motherfucker. It’s filled with a roller coaster of emotions, trials, and challenges. First, let’s talk about these stanking ass hot flashes. Hot flashes can be defined as periods in which your body feels like it’s…

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  • Madonna – My Boo

    I’ve loved the musical artist and cultural icon Madonna from the moment she burst upon the scene. It was in 1983 and her song “Holiday” was being played on radio stations everywhere. On January 14, she made her national debut on American Bandstand, a staple in households across the country and she was so cool…

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  • The Art of Aging as a Woman

    Being a woman ain’t no cakewalk at all, especially in a society that deems a woman old and washed up at the age of 30. But someway, somehow I have managed to survive turning 50 years old. I was depressed in the months leading up to my birthday. I was grieving over the loss of…

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