I've always joked my autobiography was going to be called "Inconvenient Places My Children Have Pooped." It seemed to sum up the ridiculous and often bemusing circumstances I found myself in with and because of my kids. But in the light of 2020, that just seems a little too tame. I have decided for the moment that the new working title will be "Mother Cluster Fucker" 'cause that has a much more authentic ring at this point.
The country is in chaos, the presidential election and possible resulting American armageddon are weeks away, Coronavirus still reigns supreme, and that's just the collective clusterfuck we're all currently a part of. Add to that my seriously bizarro family life and you get Mother Cluster Fucker.
Buckle up, it's going to get bumpy.