Mama Says #36

When I was growing up, every Sunday after church we had pot roast, mashed potatoes, peas, gravy, and Brown ‘n’ Serve rolls. I can smell it now. I never quite got the hang of going off to church and still managing to put a great meal on the table more or less...

Mama Says #35

Do you ever have haiku moments? Not long ago I read something that defined haiku as more than just a poem with 17 syllables. This art form also captures the essence of a person’s connection to the beauty of nature at that moment. Recently my mother was telling me how...

Mama Says #34

When my mom and my brother moved into a house together in Florida, my brother built a big wall unit. In the middle of it was a big empty space. Then he patiently waited  for the day Mom said, “Let’s buy a big-screen TV to put in that spot.” Sneaky,...

Mama Says #33

Almost every Sunday while I talk to my mother, her dog, Tag, has something to say. Usually it’s not very nice. He barks because my brother moves half an inch at his desk three rooms away. He barks because my mother is paying attention to me, not to him. That dog is...

Mama Says #32

Somehow we got to talking about dogs. My mom remarked on a purebred dog she had seen in the neighborhood that she thought was striking. And then she turned her attention to the mutt in her lap, adorable in his own way. She said, “When I got him, he was on his way to …...

Mama Says #31

My mom has been a great companion on my journey to publishing fiction. She’ll listen to me prattle on about every phase and never once say, “You know, I’m not all that interested in the details.” A few weeks ago I was talking to her about the somewhat angst-filled...