What happened?  Well, I finally realized that after everyone and my brother found my blog, I just couldn’t be myself anymore.  I had to be someone who doesn’t curse, or talk about sex, or have sex.  Because of course my children are the result of virgin birth.  I couldn’t mention my mother without a phone call from my sister calling about how my mother called her crying.  And that was when I said something nice.

I just didn’t fit into what my blog had become.  It was my last year’s scratchy wool sweater.  Choking me at the neck, and making me itchy every time I thought about it.  And it’s been donated to Goodwill.

So welcome to the Mother Daughter Chronicles.  Just call me Margene.  I hail from a tiny speck on the planet Earth.  I’m a bit of a foodie.  If you can call someone who can’t stand fried eggs a foodie.  I love my  2 daughters and my husband with every fiber of my being.  Although sometimes I feel like I don’t like them.  (Hey just being honest.  Even the French have a saying about that.)  I’m embarrassed to admit that I would actually love to have 5 kids.  Most people look at me a little strangely when I say that.  Hell, I look at me a little strangely when I say that.  I like brussel sprouts, especially when you cover them with chopped kiwi, and I have zero fashion sense.  (Right now I’m actually sitting in public wearing brown shoes with black and gray argyle socks.  I’m hopeless.)  But I’m alright with that.