As I was cleaning up the kitchen after supper tonight, I was thinking about my chipped mug. It's one of my favorites. Cooter used it, it was in the sink, my cast iron skilled slipped, and there you go. The story of How My Mug Got Chipped. But it's one of my favorites so I… Continue reading A Chip Off the Old Mug
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You Know You’re Loved When…..
Yesterday the littles and I were heading over to my Aunt's for some cousin time and to circle the wagons. As we traveled the familiar path, our Princess announced from the backseat, hairbrush in hand: "I just want my hair to look nice, and I'm worried that it doesn't." Yes. We are those people. We… Continue reading You Know You’re Loved When…..
The Love Behind the Extra Leaves and Card Tables
I miss our big family get togethers from when I was little. It doesn't matter where. From my great Granddaddy's to my Great Aunt's to my Granny's to Mama's. I loved them all. The hustle and bustle of activity, tables or counters or stovetops groaning, laden with all kinds of good foods--and some that I… Continue reading The Love Behind the Extra Leaves and Card Tables
The Cacophony of the Week–Playing Catchup
Tonight's catchup post is brought to you by a stomach bug/fever suffering young'un and a tired Mama. First of all, this happened this week. This color, out of all of them, was the most stubborn. It took three or four coats. The first one looked like my littles had painted the wall. It was such… Continue reading The Cacophony of the Week–Playing Catchup
I didn't have anything appropriate to wear to my Mama's funeral. I couldn't wear the black dress I'd worn to my Great Aunt's almost three years before. Mama HATED the color black and with good reason, so just no. I didn't think the denim skirt she'd asked me to wear to Daddy's would work either. … Continue reading Laundry duty
‘Cause Mama Said
Before our lives changed four years ago, Mama had been making a weekly trip to see my Great Aunt for years. Tuesday was her day. My Great Aunt was a mother to her, and their visits were times that they both treasured. Occasionally one or the other of us children would go along, and after Daddy… Continue reading ‘Cause Mama Said