I need to start listening to my mother when she gently suggests that perhaps I should lay off the RumChata while writing.
Listening to one's mother is always a good idea, but it is also the name of the national phenomenon taking Mother's Day by storm:
I will be auditioning for "Listen to Your Mother" in a few weeks with a piece I wrote after way too many glasses of RumChata.
You know those little angels and devils who sit on your shoulder, whispering what the "right" and "wrong" decisions are?
My good angel died from alcohol poisoning.
All I got left is Beelzebub telling me to hit the "send" button.
Full story HERE in Chicago Parent.