A little rap for Mother’s Day
This morning when I got up and switched on my laptop, I was still groggy. I had had a late night and was too full of the hundreds of words and sentences from last night’s blog writing. I could hear Specky asking me from the kitchen, to brush my teeth… well, she was preparing my...
A mom can even kill
‘Drama, melodrama, and a heady mix of sentences that are either bent upon sending a mom to heaven or making her grey-haired and terminally ill isn’t what she is all about,’ I muttered as I read the mom-posts on the internet, adding, ‘A mom isn’t a synonym for a tear-jerker either.’ Specky nodded her head...
