Not Ugly, Just less Attractive
Pearls of wisdom from beyond the grave
My grandmother, rest her soul, was born in 1915. She died in 2012. 96 year old. She was not only my Mor(we called her Mor, that’s Mother in English) but also my best friend and third parent.
I‘ve had many serious talks with Mor over the years. And she is one of the main reasons I am the way I am. For good, not the bad…