There are moments of devastation in our lives that stick with us forever, popping up their gruesome heads when we least expect it. I wonder how many of my classmates from the Lake Wales High School class of ’83 were taken back 29 long years to one of those moments because of the final scenes …
While walking my dog in our lovely, pristine neighborhood on this warm and sunny winter day, I came across a purple crack pipe. Don’t ask me how I knew what it was; I just knew, okay? On previous walks I have found soda cans used for this same foul habit, but now the neighborhood druggies are getting …
“Mamma, I neeeed some collard greens and okra.” Yep. That’s what my children say, especially after a stint away from home or a busy time when we’ve had too much restaurant food. Even our foster daughter, who will assert that she hates cooked vegetables, devours greens and okra in massive quantities. Every time I place a …
I’m like this every Tuesday. Go ahead: ask me a question. Will I understand you? Is my brain awake? The answer is a resounding NO! I’ve had three cups of coffe and a nap, but the fog persists. All my daughter’s fault. No, wait. I’ll blame it on my deceased mother. She can’t contradict me. …