Peanut Butter in the Soup—and the Freezer

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“Mama loves soup. I mean, she LOVES soup. And not just in winter; she eats it even when it’s 90 degrees out. She makes it weekly with her caregiver and freezes single servings in yogurt containers topped with foil because yogurt producers stopped putting reusable lids on them—a manufacturing travesty. (I put some perfect containers with lids in her Christmas stocking a year ago. She doesn’t like them. She threw one of the lids away—accidentally, she says—because she didn’t recognize it.) Carrot (with or without ginger), spinach, pea, broccoli, squash, and celery; preferably using the same recipes, complaining about the caregiver when she doesn’t find the right one. (She also likes to change the recipe, and then says the caregiver can’t cook or follow a recipe when it ‘doesn’t taste as good as last time.’)” read more

My Own Good Reads

The Protest, by Dianne Kozdrey Bunnell. (Follow this link to the Amazon page.)

Dianne Kozdrey Bunnell is my writing partner and good friend. But that is not the reason I am telling you to read her book, released today for Kindle on Amazon (also available in hardback on Amazon). The Protest is a damn good read. And it’s available today only (March 19) for the ridiculously low price of $2.99. It is worth every penny of that price, or the regular price of $4.99 after today.

Here is the review I wrote for Amazon:

This fictional memoir is a riveting tale superbly told about the lengths to which a mother’s love can go, as Janey strives to save her daughters from their father. I was alternately laughing and horrified as I read into the night, unable to put it down. It is a terrifyingly credible novel of what can happen when religion is used for personal power, and the manipulation of the lives of innocent children hangs in the balance. I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves beautiful language, compelling characters, and a gripping read.

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Not Becoming My Mother

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“As I stumble through these years with my mother, I find myself fearing the mystery of my own old age. Who among us knows what it will be like, or how we will deal with it? I try to pick up clues as to how to traverse whatever is thrown my way. What are the differences among those who reach the end with life still in them, and those who are depressed and negative about pretty much everything? Do we have a choice?” (read more)

A Constipated Life

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The other day, when I came upstairs to start dinner, Mama was resting in her recliner. I sat down on the sofa beside her, took her hand, and acknowledged that she seemed low that day. In fact she had seemed low for several days.

“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I’m depressed, I guess,” she said. It’s hardly unusual that she is depressed, but it isn’t like her to let those particular words out. I considered it a healthy development.
“Can you say what that’s about?” I asked. read more

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