If you are a mother or have a mother, happy Mother's Day to you.
Attention, lovers of crime fiction -- here's a newly discovered site in need of readers that deserves your attention. Criminal Brief: The Mystery Short Story Web Log Project is highly recommended and I predict that it's going to do some great things.
Meet also a new friend of mine, Irish crime writer Declan Burke.
Boudreaux was driving down da street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place.
Looking up toward heaven, he said "Lord, take pity on 'dis here man. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for da rest of my life and give up da tequila."
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Boudreaux looked up again and said "Never mind, Lord. I found one."
Ah, the roads not taken. Oh, brother. I could write a book. Why is it that I can see so many things clearly only in hindsight? I suspect it's pretty normal, albeit it sometimes seems like a huge character flaw. This is how nihilism gets started, isn't it?
I'm off to see my Mom shortly. She'll spend part of the time talking about her ailments and part of the time trying to feed me. That's my Mom. I love her, never mind my stupid quiz results.
|You and Your Mom Are Completely Different|
At times, it seems like you and your mom aren't even related.
You often wonder how two people from the same family can be so different.
As the saying goes... you can pick your friends, but not your relatives.