Tag Archives: Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day can be a torment, especially if your mother’s been dead less than a year… Men are what their mothers made them. And my mother was slightly insane. She told us baked potato skins were bad for us – so she could devour ours. Hmm… I write a mental letter to my mother every day… and apparently so does my brother…

The other night with all the Mother’s Day promotions stuffing my email inbox I sent my brudder-duh-heart-doc in San Francisco a short note. I know, I know… I must be getting old. But I do have my rare moments of … Continue reading

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I am free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally… even equal parts of myself. The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. You could literally be perfect and people would still hate you, for being perfect. And this is going to be a perfectly terrible Mother’s Day in Nigeria. And where is our outrage?!

Last week many of the good folks of the U-S-of-A, with a collective IQ lower than the wattage produced by a gerbil spinning its running-wheel, were outraged… Outraged!… about an NBA basketball owner referring to black people as black people. … Continue reading

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G-d couldn’t be everywhere, so he made mothers…My mother has had a great deal of trouble with me. I think she’s enjoyed it even though she barks that having me as a son makes her wish she could go back to being a virgin…

My 92-year-old Mama was earnestly informing me the other day that she never had morning sickness until after I was born. This is the very same Big Mama who regularly dismisses my simple-minded humor as insensitive, tactless and downright ludicrous. … Continue reading

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