My Brother, My Mother, and a Call Girl


I questioned making this post. I honestly did. Typically this blog is entertaining, uplifting and light as it should be. Life is a process, a challenge and oft sometimes people disdain upon it unwarrantedly thinking their issues no matter the size can’t be fixed even though deep down they know that this too shall pass.

Stumbling upon this following article was pure happenstance. I cringed reading the first few lines yet continued. It was one of those stories that cut to the core and help you realize life isn’t as terrible as you try to convince yourself.

At times we need this reminder. Things can get tough….real tough. We persevere, persist and carry on yet don’t realize how good we have it and how much potential we still have.

While we can lament on our last night out, previous date, distress of being dumped or a dry spell, we have never been in a situation where our life, so terrible, resulted in our family, let alone our mothers found a need to hire a call girl.

My brother Danny lost his virginity at age 25. To a call girl named Monique. Hired by our mother.

My mother didn’t bother asking Danny for his permission before engaging Monique’s services. She didn’t ask my father to condone the transaction. Nor was she troubled by social mores or laws against solicitation. She deserves a Mother of the Year Award.

I am oft to offer my insight and humor in retrospect of something I read, but I’ll stop here and offer you this. If you are having a bad day, week, month or life, read this article and realize it might not be as bad as you imagine.

My Brother, My Mother, and a Call Girl

Enjoy this somber retrospect and I’ll be back to entertain you in the following post.

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