Abuela the Mench

My mother was a Cuban Mench.

She was someone that others would go to for advice.  Maria had lots of colloquial sayings that got to the heart of the matter at hand AND put a smile on your face.  Over the years, (with years come wisdom-not that I always believed it..like when I was young and knew it all...and really we're talking about the time before senility sets in...just saying) I have come to realize that people seem to come to me for advice too.  I therefore am a MENCH in the making!

Being a mench is a huge responsibility.  I mean you want to listen carefully and give good advice (and not advice that may get you sued).  So you need a moral compass.  I find that so much of society has a broken compass.  A good compass will guide you through life's little foibles without leaving carnage behind and requiring you to get a really good security system and a German Shepherd named Bruno. Working towards the good and avoiding the bad leads to a good night's sleep and a happy old age, not one full of regrets.  So as I find myself menching (is that a word?) I try to think about how:

A) I can comfort the menchee
B) Tell the truth, even if it is sugar sprinkled
C) Point to the greatest good for all involved.

So I am going to take a Mench's Oath to: Speak Truth, Look for Good and Offer Comfort.  (Not sure why any of that needed to be capitalized but it looks more important that way).

Wish me luck in my menching career!

Tootles!