I know you’ll hardy be able to even fathom this, but I was not an easy kid to raise. No, it’s true. Not from the time I was little, all the way through my teens and early 20’s. My mother even had a nickname for me: ‘Mouth’. And no, she wasn’t likening me to Steven Tyler or Mick Jagger. She was referring to my frequent fresh-backtalkin’. My mouth seemed to have a mind of it’s own, and it was pretty sharp, blunt and quick-witted! Or I thought so, anyway. My mother; well, she wasn’t so impressed.
I wasn’t clueless about the stresses my parents were under all of those years.… Read More