Being a mom is so awesome and so random. I walked into the bathroom today and saw a flashlight ( turned on) a string of disco Christmas ornaments all apart and a truck. I guess I could have gotten mad at the … Continue reading
I’m that girl! You know the girl who says she going to do something that doesn’t seem possible and then the next thing you know she doing it. Before I decided to be that type of person I knew another girl like … Continue reading
As Passover and Easter come along I am thinking about family traditions. If you just ask me do I have any family traditions I would say no but after thinking about it realize that I do. My family celebration have usually been small affairs, very small and have consisted of my mother and myself for years; and usually consisted of me lounging around and her cooking up a storm, 5 or six dishes at least. She would pop up every once and a while and ask me to do something really simple like make a salad or drain the vegetables. After she passed away, almost 7 years ago, it was just me and my son. For he first few years after she passed, I invited myself to different friends celebrations wanting a lot of people and activity for my son. As I went to different people’s houses I missed what the holidays were to me turkey, my mother’s 5 cheese mac and cheese and candied sweet potatoes, which almost no body liked. The first Thanksgiving we stayed home and I cooked her usual menu, it just felt right. I went back to her table with those dishes. Since then we usually stay home and I cook and ask my son to do this and that. Just like it used to be. My friends are usually shocked that I am at home “by myself” during the holidays with just my son. What they don’t know is that I have my mother with me with each bite of food.
I decided that take part in FOLK Magazine Community Journal Challenge this week’s subject is luck. A subject that is frequently on my mind. I have a great kid, a great dog two cats, one ornery one not so much. Sometimes when I am … Continue reading
When I was in college and old enough to care and notice I saw that people made a big deal of my mother when she was around. It didn’t matter whether the knew her or not. People would flutter around her … Continue reading