When I was growing up, my mother was a pro at re-purposing leftovers. Extra meatloaf became sandwiches (still a favorite), cold mashed potatoes and cracker crumbs made potato cakes the next day, excess pie crust was turned into cinnamon rolls... and of course, when there was leftover rice, it was made into rice pudding. In … Continue reading Take-out rice pudding
Tag: childhood memories
Dried up and brittle
Cicadas buzzed around her head, her feeble arms and gnarled hands unable to rise high enough to shoo them away. Pistol, younger than his sister by only 10 months, had the vital chore of waving a thin cardboard fan from Heston's Funeral Home to keep the pests at bay. His shock of ginger hair stood … Continue reading Dried up and brittle
I solemnly swear
There were promises made, solemn vows taken on holy ground before God and man. Pledges to honor in good times and bad, through sickness and health, through prosperity and misfortune. No one stood up, no one said these two should not be bound together for life. It was meant to be. Their union, blessed and … Continue reading I solemnly swear
Why isn’t this enough
"I want you to show me why this isn't enough." They've been in the kitchen for a long time. Two cartoons worth at least. Mommy's voice had that funny little wiggle in it that meant she was about to ugly cry again. She does that a lot now. Mommy bought the pretty paper last week. … Continue reading Why isn’t this enough
Cheeseburger and fries
When I was young, it was a special occasion for our family to go to McDonald's. This was the 60s understand, so Mickey D's was still a new phenomenon. Until then, if you wanted hamburgers you'd go to the drive-in. I still want to leave my window up a little when at Sonic, waiting for … Continue reading Cheeseburger and fries
Tip jar
Twenty-four, seven Mother's work is never done Hugs and tips welcome I was up until the wee hours of the morning recently. It was 12:34 a.m. to be exact. I know this because that was when my soon-to-be 19-year-old son walked through our front door. If you know me, for me to be awake at … Continue reading Tip jar
Thin spiral notebook 