The ramblings of a woman who is constantly surprised by the fact that when she looks at the keyboard, she sees her mother’s fingers.
When did that happen?
I rarely spilled on myself after graduating from the high chair. That is until I turned 60, when I became the Niagara Falls of spillage. What is it about a clean, pressed white blouse or shirt and colorful greasy food? There’s a magnetic attraction there, something that should be studied on NOVA or the Discovery READ MORE »