Reblogged from randomwordbyruth...:
I left the attic today. In sort of a Trazodone blackout, stumbling down the three flights of stairs, shuffling over to the perfectly placed breakfast nook, glancing at a note from Adopt-A-Mother, doing all the wrong things, I managed to squeeze my white girl with a black girl’s ass into the hand-me-down Chevy Malibu.
What did the note written to a second grader but meant for me say?
the only that stays the same is relativity