Slice of Write

stories & jibber-jabber

Don’t feel sorry for me.  I didn’t ask for your pity and I certainly don’t need it.  Remove that sorrowful look in your eyes, and get your caring hand off of my shoulder.  I know you don’t agree with my choice to stay with Adam, but it’s my choice.  You think I’m some stupid, sheepish, …

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My mom is the most difficult person to buy for.  She never wants anything or needs anything, as she tells us, or gives us an iota of a clue of what she may like.  My mom’s hobbies include playing bunco, drinking white Russians, and yelling at tv commercials.  We have bought her countless bunco playing …

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Public goodbyes are always awkward, especially with your parents.  No matter how many times you come and go, say goodbye, or see you at the next holiday, wedding or funeral, they never get easier for a mother, even when her son is 36 years old.  Twelve kisses, and a billion hugs from my mother, and …

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