Come Away…

*This poem was written by my mother and she retains all copyright** Have you ever been to Red Letter Words? Dee does amazing work! My mother wrote this poem before school one morning last year. She has taught 7th grade English in inner city Houston for the last 17...

Stuck at Mom’s…

Remember when I said I was headed to Florida yesterday? Well ~ that was before my wallet decided to ditch me. So, here I am this morning. Sitting at mom’s house praying that the UPS driver man shows up with an Arizona license just for me. {note to self:  must...

Cranberry Salad…

This will be the first Thanksgiving in the history of my life not to have a little of Grandma White’s cranberry salad. She is in the hospital and is spitting mad that we will have to come see her on Thanksgiving and not the other way around. {The song, “I...