Category: Memories
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Onions and Onion Rings
“We’d also like an order of onion rings,” my husband told the waitress. “But mommy, you don’t like onions,” my almost-eight-year-old turned and said to me. Instantly, I was taken back to having dinner with friends almost 12 years ago. — “What would you like?” asked the waitress. “A such-and-such sandwich. Please make sure there…
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Playing in the Dirt
I should have been working on paperwork or the pile of dishes. Instead I found myself in the midst of my flower bed. Instead of wearing my usual grubby flower bed cleaning clothes, I was wearing my jeans with a black belt, my little cute black shoes and a nice t-shirt. What was I thinking?!!?…
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Simple Spaghetti
She made a simple spaghetti. Noodles and V8 juice. Yep. Just noodles and V8 juice. I still remember sitting at her dining room table. Slurping. Laughing. Eating. I make a more involved spaghetti. Whole wheat noodles. Pasta sauce. Ground beef. Mushrooms. Garlic. Seasoning. My boys sit at my table. They slurp. They laugh. They eat.…