Funeral

  • Rick,

    Well shit, dude. Sorry for the language, generations of ancestors just recoiled starting with my Mom, but just shit. When I foot-in-mouth texted (a new thing now) and called you out for “ghosting me,” I imagined several quick-witted, sassy retorts except the one I received. “This is Heather using Rick’s phone. I’m so sorry to…

  • Some Kind of Woman

    The Big Blue Mess is going on hiatus for a bit, which could mean a few days or it could mean a few weeks, but I’ll leave you with a poorly worded and poorly constructed “eulogy” or more precisely my random ramblings about my Mother and her “passing”. I wish I believed as some of…