What Labor Day Means to Me

What Labor Day Means to Me

When I was a little girl, Labor Day meant watching Jerry Lewis, waiting to hear our names called out on the telethon for our donation.  It meant fried chicken and deviled eggs and buttermilk ice cream at my cousins’ house.  Later it became the day that my cousin...
My Grandfather’s Chair

My Grandfather’s Chair

Growing up, I spent every Friday night at my grandparents’ home, only a few blocks away from my own.  And we were often in and out of their house during the week as well.  Like as not, when I walked in, I’d find my grandfather sitting in the living room in...
Blessed are the Merciful

Blessed are the Merciful

I didn’t write anything about how awful people were when the little boy fell into the gorilla enclosure.  I didn’t say anything about how quick people were to judge the poor parents whose child was killed by the alligator.  What finally put me over the...
Lovely Tidbits #2

Lovely Tidbits #2

You’d think I could manage to find a few minutes a week to join in this easy and fun linkup hosted by my friend Cristina or Handmaid Embroidery.  <Sigh> How wrong you would be!  I am finding it more and more difficult to carve out any time to do what I...
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