Just your average single mom who can't seem to behave herself. Not in a salacious way, just, sort of, always silly, too open, too blunt. The most likely cause of death for my son will be embarassment, because I can't seem to pull off the nice little mother routine.

It's me and my son, who is nine. And then there's the extended family, which includes the babypapa who lives nearby and pulls his weight in the duties and affection and wisdom department. Which makes me a lucky mama, even if things didn't work out as I had planned.