If you’ve read my posts on FJ for a while, you’ve probably heard me mention that I have scoliosis. I underwent a spinal fusion when I was fourteen, and I’ve had a fourteen-inch titanium rod with screws and hooks holding it into place against my spinal column. As you can imagine, this sometimes gets uncomfortable.
Now, from what we can tell now, I inherited the gene from my mother’s side of the family—because guess who also has scoliosis? That’s right, everybody’s favorite, Aunt PJ. To be
It should come as a surprise to no one that my aunt PJ, having been born with a giant sucking sound instead of a soul, is also a virulent racist. She is a white woman who grew up in a southern city in the 1950s and 1960s, and there are certain egregious societal buy-ins that unfortunately accompany growing up in that sort of cultural milieu. That said, my mother isn’t racist and was born three years after her and grew up in the same household, so maybe PJ is just a jerk. Never mind, there’s no m
It's been 5 weeks since I said goodbye to Mija. I can barely stand to go in my bedroom, where she used to curl up by my pillow when it was bedtime. Man, this sucks.