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. 

We can play with Thomas and Henry after-later.
— You. You never say that something will occur later. It is always “after-later.” I love how you play with words.

Okay kid, I finally figured out what you can glean from the death of my absentee father who loved me.

I want you to know that I am figuring out what a 'we' looks like.