I'm an aging Boomer who no longer thinks she has all the answers, just persistent questions about almost everything.
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Tag Archives: Snakes in the Kitchen
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
We were “river rats” – that’s what they called us. We lived in the bottoms, close to the railroad tracks and the Missouri River. Nearly every year the river flooded and turned our dirt streets into creeks full of fish, … Continue reading