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This week's song. (dedicated to those of us who one day realise we've smothered the most important people in our lives just because we love them too much).

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?


Mother, do you think they'll like this song?

Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?

Mother, should I build the wall?

Mother, should I run for President?

Mother, should I trust the government?

Mother, will they put me in the firing line?

Is it just a waste of time?



Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry


Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true


Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you


Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing


She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing


Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm


Oooo Babe


Oooo Babe


Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall





Mother, do you think she's good enough

For me?

Mother, do you think she's dangerous

To me?

Mother will she tear your little boy apart?

Mother, will she break my heart?



Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry

Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you

Momma won't let anyone dirty get through

Momma's gonna wait up until you get in

Momma will always find out where you've been

Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean

Oooo Babe

Oooo Babe

Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me



Mother, did it need to be so high?

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How do bilingual writers express themselves better?

Those of you who've met me or have read my bio details  know I'm Greek. You must also know I'm a Greek teacher of English. After twenty years of teaching, even more years of speaking and reading English literature and reference books (thanks to my ongoing postgraduate studies) I have become bilingual.
The most important thing is I think in English. My inner voice is English, not Greek. Pointing this out does not imply in any way that I disdain my native language; quite the contrary. But my tendency to select English is a fact I cannot ignore.
In the past I tried to write my stories in Greek. The ideas were there, the story was flowing in my mind, but when my pen touched the paper there was an odd block. I couldn't understand why I wasn't satisfied with the Greek words I read, why it wasn't the same with what I had in mind. That was no self-expression.It gave me no pleasure.
Two years ago I decided to write in English and...a miracle happened. I couldn't stop myself. I relished every page, every word. It's not easy because no matter how good you are in the second language it is hardly possible to use it like native speakers do. That's why I spent months editing my first book (and still I'm insecure about the errors you may find in it). But the bottom line is I wrote an English book I'm really excited about and  not only am I working on the sequel but my notebook is full of notes on two other books I have in mind. Really I have to find an editor next time, but it's okay.