What can you learn from a clown?
I have a confession to make. My mother is a clown. No, I’m not being mean. It’s true. She’s a real clown. Makeup, the nose, the outfit, magic tricks, the whole nine yards. It’s a bit strange, saying that your mom is a clown. At first, people look at you with that, “I can’t believe you said that about your mother,” look. Then, they smile. “Really? A clown?” “Yes, like in the circus,” I reply. Read More…
