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Category: Slice Of Life

Taste the Love

This morning I chopped and ground vegetables for almost three hours.  It was exhausting work.  After I had ground two and one half gallons of green tomatoes and drained the liquid from them, I ground cabbage, apples, onions and sweet and hot peppers.  By the time salt, sugar and vinegar…

Mamas Never Forget Their Babies…

If God almighty were to sit in judgment of me the way that my daughter has, then I would be damned to hell for all of eternity. Of this, I am certain…. Actually, I am only teasing. But, I was surprised by a little exchange between me and my daughter…

Aging

I have always wanted a VW Beetle convertible.  And, I’ve got a birthday, anniversary and Mother’s day all coming up together within a five day period.  (This is where I wish I had emoji’s.) I test drove one a few weeks ago.  The young…

Can We Talk About Selfies?

I used to facilitate a creative/expressive writing class in the county jail.  Often I would give each inmate a story starter to get the creative juices flowing.  A story starter is usually just a sentence–any sentence.  Sometimes, I would flip open a book and randomly pick any…

Obits…

“When you write my obituary…”  my husband hesitated, then began again, “If I die first, and you write my obituary, please just state the facts.” “Okay, why?”  I asked. I was sitting on the couch nursing that first cup of necessary coffee while…

Lenten Wanderings

I made a king cake for Fat Tuesday.  The brioche-like pastry can be filled with cream cheese or cinnamon and inside a small figurine of the infant Christ is hidden.  The idea for partakers of this sweet treat is to find Christ.  It is a wonderful symbol of the…

What Would Your Mama Think?

  My parents have been dead for a long time now.  Sometimes, I forget what life was like when I had them.  It is almost like a separate life existed, one that is barely recognizable to me with the distance that time has placed between then and now.   Maybe that…

Yes, I did back into my daughter’s car…

“You backed into your daughter’s car?” Jake from State Farm, asked. “Yes”. I replied. “In your driveway?” He continued. “Yes.” “Did you know that she was home?” “Yes……yes, I did.” Silence. Wonder what he thinks about that? I might as well just tell the truth…lay it all…