Category Archives: My Dear Mother…

The Things I May Have Forgotten to Mention

My parents called me yesterday. They said it had been over a week since we last talked and they just wanted to catch up on things. It wasn’t too long into the conversation when my dad asked about the weather … Continue reading

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My Wicked Child

I may have to send my evil daughter back to school early.  One of the first things she wanted to know was if we had put my puppy Maggie in the freezer.  At my horrified “NO!” she popped her in … Continue reading

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The Wisdom of Mom

I was at that “about to burst” stage of my first pregnancy when one of my friends spotted a newborn in a restaurant. She dragged me over to meet the new mother and gaze upon her infant.  I dutifully ooohhed … Continue reading

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The Make-up Artist

“Mom, I’m going to do your makeup for you.” my youngest daughter announced.  I was getting ready to go out with some of my friends and she had been patiently waiting for me in my room.  I was pretty sure … Continue reading

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It Ain’t Nothin’ Like Mama’s

One of Mimi’s favorite foods is beans.  She gobbles them down in any shape or form (Which can make life rather…um…aromatic…at times) Her most favorite beans, however, are my World(ish) Famous Baked Beans. As I was preparing to make a … Continue reading

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I’ve Been Living a Lie

My mom likes puzzles.  For her, the biggest puzzle of all is tracking down those that have come before her. For as long as I can remember, my mother has been obsessed with finding her “roots”.  She and my grandmother … Continue reading

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The Hair Stylist

When Mimi was about three or four years old, I found her hiding in her closet with a pair of purloined scissors in one hand and a hank of bright red hair in the other.  My little girl was terribly … Continue reading

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