My mother, a splendid cook and never one for following a recipe, on Sundays only, always prepared a roast. Whether it was the traditional roast beef or a succulent loin of pork I recall the aroma as if it were yesterday. The evening always began pleasantly, peacefully, as my family sat around the dining roomContinue reading “Please Mom, May I’ve Some More?”
Category Archives: Mothers
On the Road Again
“On the road, again, just can’t wait to get on that road again. Going places that I’ve never been. Seein’ things that I may never see again. And I can’t wait to get on the road again.” Willie Nelson “Your mother,” began Jimmy Dillon, who sat contentedly perched on the bar stool next to mine.Continue reading “On the Road Again”
Whisked Away
If there was a word that existed to describe the opposite of a hoarder, that would describe my mother.
Love Letter to Ireland – the Gift of My Mother
A tribute to my mother
“My Happy Place” The Marvelous, Magical, Mystical Powers of a Bath
“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.” Sylvia Plath I am addicted to baths. It began in my childhood, at what age I cannot say for certain. I can envision myself and my two sisters bobbing around in our bathtub, a simple noContinue reading ““My Happy Place” The Marvelous, Magical, Mystical Powers of a Bath”
Shangri-La 