Learning to get by was the best thing that ever happened to me. Growing up on a farm, the second of five children, I learned responsibility, despite my best efforts not to. We were all needed, just to get back. With stock to feed, hay to make, gardens to care for, there weren’t too many idle moments. That was before helping Mother in the house, Continue reading
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Breakfast With Barbie
Mother’s house was bedlam the morning after Daddy died. Someone made a quick trip to the store for breakfast fixings for Cox’s Army while the rest of us pulled the house back together. The term “quick trip” was relative, since the nearest grocery store was twenty-two miles away. It was a mess since we’d had to find beds for fourteen the night before, Continue reading
Order Anything You Like, Chubby!
I took Mother for her routine checkup this morning. Her heart, lungs, vital signs, and weight were perfect. In fact, at one hundred twenty-seven pounds, she weighs one pound less than when she married. She’s in great shape for a sixty-year-old, absolutely phenomenal for a lady well-past eighty. She’d had to fast for her lab, so she was ravenously hungry. I pulled in to the nearest restaurant to get her some breakfast, in the interest of survival. I think I have mentioned before, she is very tight, as well as Continue reading
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