“You can go through life the easy way or the hard way,” I told Tuvol today.
Oops, I did it again. There was my mother coming out of my mouth. She talks to me a lot in the back of my head.
“Somebody needs to do the dishes,” I hear when I pass the kitchen. I inwardly groan, I don’t feel like doing the dishes.
“Not later, NOW.”
“Ok, ok,” I silently reply, as I veer over to the sink.
Mom-isms come out of my mouth a lot. So do Babchi-isms. These are women that sit on my shoulders.