We used to eat out a lot at our favorite Puerto Rican restuarant. I have a rule against elbows being on the table. I look over to see my middle daughter, LaLa, with an elbow on the table. "Ahem. Elbow," I admonish. Without hesitation, she replies, "He oh". Split second of silence, then we all bust a gut. The restaurant is called El Bohio. Get it? Elbow. He oh. Yeh, she's a funny one.
I can't wait for you to hear Tell TUESDAY's guest blogger, my sister. She will be telling her own family's story. Her words. Her voice. No more silence. No more shame.
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