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Mamacita says: I’m going to miss the huge shagbark hickory tree in the front yard (we’re moving) but I am so tired of walking on nuts. I’m tired of hearing them flop and fall all over the place. I’m tired … Continue reading
Category Archives: My daughter
Mamacita asks: Where do these family traditions get started? Remember that anecdote about the young bride whose husband asked her why she cut the beef roast in half before she put it in the pan? She told him she did … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I can remember being really little, and I can remember my parents playing with me. (Those are my parents; aren’t they pretty?) They played with me whenever they could, but it wasn’t very often. I can remember Mom … Continue reading
Mamacita says: It’s that time again. That’s right; it’s finals week. Oh wait, that wasn’t what I meant to say. It’s that time again. The morel mushrooms are here. My husband still speaks wistfully of the day he and the … Continue reading
Oh jeepers gee WHILIKERS, one of my posts has been syndicated on my wondrous BlogHer! ======== Mamacita says: Okay, so, today’s what, the 15th? It’s time for another politically incorrect rant! Be warned, oh overly-sensitive types born without the ability … Continue reading
. . . and my mind’s eye – ever more astute than the two regular eyes – still sees scenes like this whenever I look out the living room window in the fall. Empty Nest Syndrome. ENS. Certifiable in all … Continue reading