I’m a mean mother. There are those who would tell you that I’m mean, period. But I am a mean mother. At least I was the day I named my children. I thought long and hard before I named my children. They probably would tell you that I thought long and hard about making their … [Read more…]
A rewrite of A Visit from St. Nicholas with sincere apologies to Clement Clarke Moore T’was the night before the Picnic, when all through the town Not a politician was stirring, not even an aide; The aprons were hung by the door with care, Knowing that the next morning they’d be grabbed with other … [Read more…]
I don’t understand why I’m not rich and famous. When I win the lottery… I don’t understand why God won’t trust me with wealth. I have asked time and again. I have prayed about it. I have hoped for it. I have wished for it. I just don’t understand why. It’s not that I’m poor. … [Read more…]