I'm an aging Boomer who no longer thinks she has all the answers, just persistent questions about almost everything.
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Snakes in the Kitchen is on sale for only 99 cents this week, for all ebook readers! That’s exciting news for me, because it means my book will reach more readers. Thank you, Three Creeks Press & Macmillan!
Every time I see beautiful zinnias in a flower garden, I think of my mother and how much she loved her flowers. She didn’t have very many pretty things to enjoy. When I was child her life was an endless … Continue reading
Harry Rogers was my Mother’s brother. He was a good man and very well loved by his six older sisters. My grandfather William Riley Rogers probably considered Harry an unexpected miracle when he was born June 1, 1919. The family … Continue reading
Mama and the new TV is probably my most requested story. I told it at the historical society once and the video ended up on YouTube and was used as part of a Smithsonian Exhibit. This is a chapter from … Continue reading
The first chapter of my memoir – All hell broke loose and kept on coming when Mama found the snakes in the oven. The first time was bad enough. She was just pulling the bread pans out of the oven … Continue reading
The summer of 1964, we went to the the dirt track, modified stock car races in Holts Summit nearly every week. It was exciting because we knew some of the drivers and Richard’s cousin, Bill Caldwell, drove his old truck … Continue reading
A quarter horse stallion named Prince was an important part of our courtship when I first got acquainted with my husband, Richard, back in 1963. Richard was boarding Prince with Jesse Howard, the Sign Painter, at his place on the … Continue reading
Do you ever sit out on your front porch and just watch the world go by? When I was growing up, porch sittin’ was an art almost everybody enjoyed. It was a great “intergenerational” activity. That’s a new buzz word … Continue reading
I’ve probably spent more hours in this building than I have in any other place. It was my refuge as a child. I spent hours looking at 3-d photo cards with the old stereoscope viewer, while the stern librarian Mrs. … Continue reading