My life as Olympic Event? #Olympic #humor
I admit it. I haven’t seen any of the Olympic events: the wardrobe-malfunction dancer (although ancient Greek and Roman Olympians …
Tag Archives: Mother
Covid was aiming for me. #humor #covid #sick
I have nothing to write about because this is day nine in which I have done ab.so.lute.ly nothing. Unless you count the moaning, of course. When sick, I am a world-class moaner. Back when my children were little, it was understood: mothers don’t get sick. They may have triple-digit temperatures, cough like the death scene in La bohème, and pop ibuprofen like M&Ms, but as our neighbors in Virginia said, mamas don’t take to the bed.
#Halloween Tips From a Bad Mother.
[Halloween excerpt from Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies] ◆◆◆ I used to be a …
The most important thing. So far… PLUS: #BookReview of MayDay! #CozyMystery #humor @readeandwrite #TuesdayBookBlog
“what is the most important thing you’ve learned in your life so far?” My blogging friend KSBETH asked this question …
FREE Today! Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies #humor #nonfiction #FreeBook
My book, Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies, is available FREE on Amazon for five …
When do women become their mothers? #humor #ThrowbackThursday #Mothers&Daughters
Algernon: “All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.” Jack: “Is that clever?” …
Mom’s Keiretsu or How to Fix the World #humor
We were supposed to have it all. When I grew up, they told us it would be easy for a …
Swell Funerals, Family, and Chicago. Plus #BookReview of The Alchemy of Noise by @LorraineDWilke #LiteraryFiction #humor
Chicago and a swell funeral brought us together. I was in college in Chicago when my mother told me one …
Summer camp or child abandonment? #homesick #humor #ThrowbackThursday
A friend told me about her child leaving for a week long trip with her school. It was, she said, …
Airplane air, chest rot, and the perfect hot toddy. #humor #flu #travel
I have nothing to write about because this is day nine in which I have done ab.so.lute.ly nothing. Unless you count the moaning, of course. When sick, I am a world-class moaner. Back when my children were little, it was understood: mothers don’t get sick. They may have triple-digit temperatures, cough like the death scene in La bohème, and pop ibuprofen like M&Ms, but as our neighbors in Virginia said, mamas don’t take to the bed.
Barb Taub 