If You Boys’ll Just Help Me Flip This Car Over….. (A Grandmothah Bennett Story)

This is going to be difficult to tell.  Mostly because I am already laughing.  It was unseasonably warm for mid-October.  We were still riding with our windows down.  This is something that people who live in small, country towns do--or used to do.  I don't know about now, because I haven't lived there in over …

Continue reading If You Boys’ll Just Help Me Flip This Car Over….. (A Grandmothah Bennett Story)

Advertisements

When You Get To Be My Age, Doll Baby, You Just Don’t Give A……

Grandmothah Bennett was my step-grandmothah.    She did not want her son to marry Mothah.  He did anyway.  She was pissed.  He did not give a damn.  She did come around after a few years 😉 I think..... Grandmothah Bennett would show up at Robin's Nest Farm (the name of my stepfathah's farm, and where …

Continue reading When You Get To Be My Age, Doll Baby, You Just Don’t Give A……

Flawless, I am not….

         Wednesday morning, The Middle Child walked into my room dressed in business attire.  I found this a little odd, since she was taking the PSAT and would not even see her business ed teacher.  "Why the hell do you have that on?" I asked.  "The teacher is going to actually check and see if …

Continue reading Flawless, I am not….

The African Mask

I am a creature of habit.  I do not like change.  My Daddy is an architect, and when I was seven years old, he bartered his architecture services for a share in a condo at Litchfield Beach, SC. That condo is where I still vacation every year, even now, 38 years later. I am telling …

Continue reading The African Mask