B.B. Country Mouse and the Challenge of Writing
Writing about my esteemed, revered and ‘makes-me-nuts’ mother was easy. She always provided fodder for my pen. (although I don’t think pens use fodder, that’s hay, and that’s for horses). As a matter of fact, I called her yesterday and learned she had “eaten” the juice of three grapefruits for breakfast. Nothing else. I asked […]