Lilian T. James

Sometimes I wondered if the person who first said money can’t buy happiness ever knew what it was like to be poor.

“I shoved his big ass head out of my vagina, so yeah, I’m pretty sure that makes him mine.”

Sometimes I wondered if the person who first said money can’t buy happiness ever knew what it was like to be poor.

Inspirational quotes weren’t made for those of us living near the bottom. They were made for people at the top to feel better about their privileges.

“I don’t have a watermelon head.” Jamie stood to the side, glowering like he’d received the worst insult in the world. Considering he was in love with Layla, it probably was.

I could wear a leather mini skirt, and it still wouldn’t mean I was asking to be touched. I dressed to make myself feel pretty, not to please cocky, egocentric men.

Nothing could make me feel worse than realizing I hadn’t known my child wanted something as simple as playing a freaking sport because he’d been too nervous to tell me. Nothing.

“Is it about your ex-husband?”
I inhaled sharply, choking on my own saliva and proceeding to have a mild hacking fit. “No,” I croaked out.
“You sure? I could always go break the fucker’s nose if it’ll bring a smile to your face.”

A kid can be born happy, but it’s the love they receive that teaches their heart to be gentle.

“Now let’s play Twister or something.”
He folded his arms across his chest, frowning. “You squished me to death last time.”
“But did you die?”