Corny J… the Netherlands Bred...America's Treat.
Today is the day of birth of the most important person in my life. No, not Edward from the taco truck across the street from my office with the most amaze carne asada and chicken tacos I've had ever…my mother's. It's Cornelia Johanna Moore's day. My friends that personally know her know that she's an endearing person with great stories, who would literally take the shirt off her back for anyone who needed it (j ust ask Evonne and Odessa, who work at the ShopRite my mom buys her groceries at. Trust me. I was introduced to them during my vacation) I've realized that the people who I mention my mother to that haven't had the privilege to meet her personally may get the wrong vibe about her…you know, like that she is racist, loves our dog more than she loves me and physically abuses me with electrical cords. While I was home I wrote down every single thing she said that I thought were words of a wise, worldly amazing Dutch woman… So today, on ...