As a child, I was the target of my mother’s wrath. Verbally, emotionally and physically abused, I was sent to bed without dinner because I wasn’t smiling at the dinner table. No tamales for me. I got the silent treatment, the cold shoulder, the emotional blackmail. On a good day, I was left alone. On … More The Reluctant Daughter
I posted this a month ago: “I consider myself adventurous and adaptable. I lived in South Korea, Hong Kong and Saudi Arabia. I studied Korean, Arabic, trekked through Nepal and Botswana, slept in a yurt in Mongolia with big spiders, took showers with a bucket in India but never would I have expected the hardest … More The Super Bowl, finally!