A Shot of Tears

I don’t remember much about my grandma, but I do remember that when I’d cry, she’d run off to kitchen and get a shot glass to collect my tears. It was a tiny glass and I never saw her use it for anything else, but she’d place it on my cheek,  determined to see if... Continue Reading →

Mommy’s Little Helper

  “Why are you doing that?”  He asked. “Doing what?” “Putting those lemons slices in the water.” “It’s for my book club,” she answered. “Why don’t you just leave the lemons on the side?   Maybe some people don’t want lemons in their water.” “I just felt like doing it this way.  I think it... Continue Reading →

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