No SuperMom
In honor of Mother’s Day,here’s a post for the other 364 days… [Originally written and published in my Kenosha News “My Turn” column] I don’t think
…nope, I’m definitely not SuperMom–and here are the stories to prove it…
In honor of Mother’s Day,here’s a post for the other 364 days… [Originally written and published in my Kenosha News “My Turn” column] I don’t think
I’ll never forget the look on her face. I was five, and we were on a school field trip, an Easter party at a park.
Ugghh! The draft. Not the football one. Or the one that sends young men to war. But the written one that sits for days, weeks,
Cisco Cotto said it one morning on Moody Radio Chicago: “What if we showed as much patience at home as we do fishing?” I’ll admit,
I wanted to be her Valentine. A wonderful group of college peers had pulled together enough cash to let me fly home to see her.
Can’t believe I did it—again. For a person who loves to see words flow across the page, I sure get tripped up by the ones
They’re all off. Four in college and just one at home.
A funny thing happened on the way to the Christmas brunch….by way of the night before–
If I could ask you to close your eyes, I would. But it’s kind of hard to read that way, huh? Either way, I’d like
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