I first introduced my mom by describing how she kept me in line with the look of death. In honor of Mother's Day, it seems only fair to show the wonderful, not at all scary side of her that I see most often. I feel very fortunate that my mom stayed home with me until… Continue reading I Love My Ma
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The Look
I was not supposed to have my name. Instead of my legal first name, my nickname would have been on my birth certificate, but that was not meant to be. If that had been the case, what on Earth would my mother have called me when she was/is mad at me? (That sentence makes me… Continue reading The Look