Remembering Mom
My mother was the backdrop to my life, the wall on which I leaned when I was not strong enough to stand on my own, the background of all that I am, and all that I will be.
My mother was the backdrop to my life, the wall on which I leaned when I was not strong enough to stand on my own, the background of all that I am, and all that I will be.
Does a great mattress and a closet full of clothes change everything?
The best games I never saw were those I listened to at my grandfather’s side, taking in the call on the radio.
Good ribs are messy, coated with barbecue sauce, the recipes for which are closely-guarded secrets. Thick, rich, zesty, spicy, tangy, smoky and slightly caramelized from slow broiling over the coals.
And if you’re eating them the right way, with your hands on opposite ends of the bone and taking deep, meaty bites, you’re going to have to lick the sauce off your fingers, because you’re going to get some on you.
A mission statement. Ooooh. There’s one in there somewhere.