I met Lacy in a truck stop casino in New Iberia, Louisiana. She’d found out earlier that day that her 17 year old son had gotten his girlfriend pregnant. She told me about how he was a good kid and made really good grades. She was upset because he was gonna be the first in a couple of generations to get a high school diploma and instead she was going to be a grandma by age 34. I couldn’t help but notice how similar her story was to his.
BW: When did you have your first kid?
Lacy: When I was 16. I left my mom’s house and I quit school. I was on the cheerleading squad, in beta, an A-B honor roll student.
I been through a lot of shit in my life. I seen my dad beat my mom til she was almost dead. I been molested ‘til I was 13. I can’t remember how far back it started. It was three people… two were family. I don’t remember the third.
BW: Have you ever confronted any of them?
Lacy: I sure did. I told them, I say, “I forgive you.” I had to let them know that I know what they did to me, and to forgive them so that I can move on with my life. I said, “You brought yourself down to a child’s level?” That’s your fault, not mine. And you know what? I felt so much better and I lived my life. I have four kids. Four boys… boys… I probably didn’t get a girl for a reason. I’d put a bullet in somebody’s head if they fuck with my daughter.
I been through a lot of shit. That’s why I’m a bitch. I’m more aggressive now. Instead of being sensitive… I’m not that person no more. I want to fight.
BW: Do you think there’s anyway to get back to…
Lacy: No. Nope.
BW: You don’t think you can heal from it?
Lacy: Nope. I miss that person who was sensitive and cared about everybody’s feelings, but now I don’t take no shit from nobody. To go back to that really insecure person that I was… I know a lot today about the child I was. I was a good person, but you could walk all over me. I guess I got my guard up now. I’m very strong.
“We allow small parts, but not excessively long parts that are done as designs. That part in that young man’s hair would be considered a design,” Primm said. He then added, “The principal has decided not to suspend the child.”
INTJ: their laptops
ENTJ: the mafia
INFP: this godforsaken website
ENFJ: cult leadership
ESFP: pissing off their parents
ISFP: lana del rey
ISFJ: the food network
ESFJ: pta meetings
ISTP: hunting their prey
ISTJ: the honor roll
Anzac Day marks the anniversary of the first campaign ( 1915 ) that led to major casualties for Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War.
The acronym ANZAC stands for Australian and NZ Army Corps, those soldiers were known as Anzacs. Anzac Day remains one of the most important national occasions of both Australia and New Zealand and is remembered on 25th April each year.
The Australian War Memorial, in Canberra ACT, has a wall named the “ Roll of Honour ” which records and commemorates members of the Australian armed forces who have died during or as a result of war service.
Poppies adorn the panels of this wall, placed beside names as a small personal tribute to the memory of a particular person, or to any of the thousands of individuals commemorated there.
Maybe the women and her children above are remembering some one special to them.
I showed her the art project
I spent three weeks creating,
paint on my arms, in my hair, on my skirt.
She gestured a hold when the phone beeped,
saying she’d been waiting for this all morning.
My weeks fell away to make room
for a call more important than me.
I pinned my honor roll certificate
on the fridge
hoping she’d see.
She looked right past it
to the calendar of scheduled appointments.
She was getting a checkup and I had an A
in nursing, which my college knew
but she didn’t.
I decorated a corkboard
with pictures of loved ones—
a hug on Christmas day in matching jumpers,
a laugh at a diner with neon lights.
Her face is conspicuously absent.
I graduate tomorrow,
yet to invite her to the ceremony.
My best friend is coming, though,
and my grandparents, who taught her better.
When they call my name I’ll get up, stand
on stage by myself
as I have always done.
Axl: “I’ve been hell on the women in my life, and the women in my life have been hell on me. And it really breaks me down to tears a lot of times when I think about how terribly we’ve treated each other. Erin and I treated each other like shit. Sometimes we treated each other great, because the children in us were best friends. But then there were other times when we just fucked each other’s lives completely up.”