My mama lied about her age so she could start working in a restaurant as soon as she turned 15. By the time she became a single mother to me 9 years later, she’d moved to another state, but her job was the same. And now it was a job of necessity instead of choice….
childhood
Be gentle with the young
My new-ish and dear friend Erin at Chopstitch informed me that April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month. This month she’ll participate in the “No Excuse for Child Abuse” walk in her town. When I saw her posts going up about child abuse, I started doing a little digging on the old Google. “A report…
I am 7, after all
I feel the soil between my toes, hard and a little dusty. I can see the heat in the bean field rising up over the bushes as I amble between the rows, relentlessly throwing the little bean pods into the five-gallon bucket that my smallish 7 year old self won’t be able to move soon….
Brownies and words
I love brownies. I also love words. Remember when I told y’all about how I’m all logical and such? As it turns out, I’ve pretty much always been this way. And today I’m going to tell you a little story inspired by Maj, daughter of Kris. (People, if you aren’t reading Kris? You should. I…