Kin

From my earliest years, Aunt Pearl was my favorite kinfolk. Her Southern-country upbringing spiced her conversation with unexpected surprises that delighted the heart and often startled you into laughter. Her wit was quick, but so was her temper. Even though she was my favorite, I knew better than to sass her. When I stayed at…

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My Mom…

Mom

My Mom… ◊ was a great cook. Her fried chicken was the best in the world. Yes, world. And her banana pudding…there aren’t words. Baking powder biscuits, pork chops, salmon patties, and the list goes on. ◊ was an inventive decorator…she knew pretty. And there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t tackle. She could sew, paint, knock…

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Traces

My Aunt Ada was an artist. Well, sort of. Perhaps she was more of a wanna be artist. I am. I get that. I have a small framed pen and ink she did. It’s uh, well, identifiable. I think that’s important unless you’re modernistic in your expressions. I once water-colored a flower that appeared to…

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