It's Mother's Day 2015. I am alone.
My kids are away and have forgotten to gift me with flowers. As a consolation, they have been sending me instant messages, cute stickers and Tweets.
Welcome to the next generation, the new age of sentimental expression.
The cats seem apathetic but helped me express some former-Catholic, Motherly guilt.
That writing session took a lot out of me so I'm going to trim this bittersweet post by recycling some previous ones about Mothers Day and Motherly references in the Novel.
Thanks for dropping by.
Call your Mom.
T
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