April 10, 2007
Draped across the foot of my guest bed is a patchwork quilt crafted by my Mamaw’s hands. She would roll over in her grave if she knew I won’t let it be actually “used.” For her, there wasn’t much point in having anything that didn’t have a purpose. But, the quilt is too fragile to [...]
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April 4, 2007
I had a hankerin’ for fried fish. I like to eat fried crappie (that’s pronounced like “croppy”) but you have to catch crappie for yourself, and I don’t fish. I did until Daddy made me bait my own hook and take my own fish off the line. Those squishy worms were nasty, but I didn’t [...]
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