In fairytale terms, my Grandma Melba’s life was a Cinderella story. She was the youngest child in a large family—the baby born after most of the other children were grown. Unfortunately, her childhood home was not a happy place. After thirty years of marriage, Melba’s mother couldn’t take the physical abuse any more. One night, she grabbed the baby—my Grandma Melba—and fled. With money she had inherited from her father, she bought a...

Ok, I hate stereotypes, especially stereotypes of moms and mother-in-laws. Too easy. Not fair. Then I come across a laugh-out-loud funny like this video and have admit that all moms are the same. If this doesn’t make you think of some story involving your mother, you are an orphan or an alien. Enjoy!! [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMhuAtyFCrw] Blog this! Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook Share on Linkedi