Tag: Moms
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My Mother’s Hands
I did something yesterday I haven’t done in years. I had my nails done. It was done on a whim after getting my hair cut. A treat, I suppose. But I noticed something as the lady filed, buffed, then polished my nails. My hands looked more like my mother’s than ever. My mom had…
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FOMO, FONE, And Things That Never Change
“Hey Mom! What are you chewing?!” My 10-year-old grandson shouted the length of the resort pool to my daughter-in-law who sat in the shade of an umbrella next to me. “Gum.” She replied. I laughed. We had crashed their beach vacation and were watching the kids play in the pool while we rested from the heat.…
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Time, Choices, and Soft Hearted Biker Dudes
“I ain’t never getting married.” John and I were sitting at our local barbecue joint (yes, joint is the appropriate term here) waiting for our order to be delivered to our table. I heard the employees talking behind the counter and the youngest of them, probably late teens to early twenties, was emphatic while…
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Ode to Bettye Sue-Love Personified
I am assuming that most writers have a ritual of sorts that they go through before they sit down to write. Mine goes something like this to prepare: Bed is made, kitchen is clean, coffee cup full as well as water. Check. Laptop battery full. Check. House empty of distractions. Check. Essential oil diffuser…