If my mom were a blogger she would be able to convince you that romance novels don’t need overt sex. She always preferred Regency novels that led the reader to the brink but never crossed over. Sorry, Mom, but I just couldn’t resist the photo.
If my mom were a blogger she would be writing about her beloved Ohio State and its sports teams — and also the Cincinnati Reds. She used to let me stay home from school on opening day to watch the game on television with her (but don’t tell anyone).
If my mom were a blogger she would have had to fight with my dad to get computer time. Once he discovered the magic of the internet, there was no chance for her.
If my mom were a blogger, there would be a healthy competition with the blogs of her daughter and her granddaughter. She is so full of wisdom with a pinch of spice that there would probably be little chance for Jessie or me to win. 🙂 But she would be really proud of both of us (and she still is).
If my mom were a blogger, it would probably have led to a book. Before she got sick, she had everything it takes to publish. I wish that she had gotten around to writing the novel about our immigrant family that she always intended to write.
If my mom were a blogger, I would devour every single word she wrote as if it might be her last.