Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

“I like the Christmas tree better with nothing on it. But that would be the opener of my son’s tragic autobiography, “Mother didn’t allow decorations on our tree. I also wasn’t allowed comics, just Dwell magazine.”
— Sigers

#Iwantyouto know when not to take it personal.