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 want you to know how to make quantum leaps.

My mother used to have these deep conversations with me, because she didn’t know what else to talk about. I remember long talks on topics like transcendental meditation, and abortion. Thus, I have no skills at small talk.

COCKTAIL PARTY GOER: So … nice weather here in Austin.

ME: What? You’ll never get my gun unless you pry it out of my hot little Marc Jacobs clutch. Also, Palestine. Discuss.

She would always talk about what her next plans were for our lives together. Every now and then, she would talk about making a quantum leap. A quantum leap is a really giant step forward. 

When I came to live with her when I was 12, she worked as a cab dispatcher in Detroit. By the time I left, five years later, she was in charge of the Charlotte, North Carolina site of the largest financial printer in the country. 

Quantum leaps are made by figuring out where you want to go, and then figuring out how to skip some steps to get there. 

There is a certain order that is suggested in life. College. Then little, entry level job Then a little bigger. Then, if you are deemed worthy? A small increase in title. Maybe a little more money.

I kinda have to say, Fuck that.

Figure out how you can make big steps.

My boy, quantum leaps are on my mind all the time right now. I asked the universe to help me. To give me ideas. To give me energy to carry out some plans. And the universe is answering.

Hang on tight, little one. I knew since I smelled you, that you would be my rocket fuel.

I want you to know that you are SO my kid.

I want you to know that you are SO my kid.

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