When I was a little girl I had dreams of being the next Madonna. Okay, minus the cone bra, but you know what I mean. I used my “jam box” to record my favorite songs off of the radio on to cassette tapes, or just bought the “single” on tape during my next trip to the…
Two Lives
I quickly pull into a spot in the dark parking lot, my car for once, child-free. I’m running into the store for eggs and butter, all the things needed to bake a cake for a little girl’s birthday party. Already tired. Hair disheveled, clothes a mess. In front of me, a cute, little car with…
I miss my childhood…
I miss my childhood meals. Well, except for liver and onions. Yeah, those nights I was totally good with a glass of tea and whatever fruit salad and/or vegetable was served. And yes, the sweet tea was excellent. Sometimes it took all day to make it. Mom would put the sun tea jar out on…
Best.Shower.Ever.
She only knew my name from a white piece of paper. I assume it was even typed and not written in anyone’s own handwriting. It did not matter if she knew my name or not. She was here for only one reason and she called me “Honey” the entire time we were together. I noticed…