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…

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