Why F-bombs from my mother?

I made this site as a result of a question I asked of my Facebook friends. I simply gave them 2 choices for a book title. This one won.

Why a book? First, because I like to write. But the genesis behind this book idea was my mom’s failing health and subsequent trip to the ER, and all that followed that.

This, of course, is the first post of the blog. Others will follow.

I will be using this as a blog was initially intended – to put down my daily thoughts on digital paper. This will, in fact, be a web log about my dealings with my mom.

Some posts will be about what happened today. Some will be stories from days gone by. Yet others may be about how I feel about my mom, and how those feelings manifest — and manifested — themselves in me.

Much as this blog is about my mom — it, too, is about me. Because I am a product in part of my mom, my upbringing, and my experiences.

Mom is a big part of that.

And this recent fork in the road of my mom’s life began with f-bombs spouting out of her mouth like a drunken sailor when I told her I was calling 911. She got a little angry.

So stay tuned. My goal with these posts is to assemble them into a book that is humorous, enlightening, and also human, real, and instructional. It’s also going to be a helluva cathartic thing for me. Please indulge me.