It’s just a dress. Two Sleeves, a bodice, a waist. No one else really cares what it looks like. But I do. It’s my last date with my son. Oh, dear; did I say date? I meant to say ‘dance’. Or did I mean date? I don’t know. Why do... Read More

Welcome, class, to Mother of the Groom, 101. We’re delighted you chose to attend. It’s obvious that some of you are happy to be here, others, less enchanted. You with the scowling faces…hup hup; sit up here by me. I’ll be keeping my eye on you… Come on now- you... Read More