Two Mothers

May reminds me of Mom and the flowers that grow in the Midwest. She had special vases for her lilacs each spring. They don’t grow in Arizona, so I make do with pictures of them. Funny how we most appreciate what we have after it’s gone. This aphorism applies most specifically to moms. The other […]

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The Taste of Home

Nostalgic thoughts bring me right back to our kitchen on the farm, where Mom spent most of her life.  I was one of eight children, her first, her helper and at the end of her life, we were two single women dishing on men. My strongest memories involve her moving around her kitchen—in constant motion,

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