Madness, Mexico, and Motherhood
My mother was quite the character. The last thing she said to us, before we lost her on our holidays in Mexico, was:
"Madness, they say, merely depends on which end of the knife blade you’re staring at and who’s holding the gun to your head."
Why Mexico? Usually on holidays, we'd go camping. Our family loved camping. We were getting ready for bed when mom sat up in the tent and said, "What is that God-awful smell? Has some wild animal crawled into our tent and died? No! It's these." She picked u...