That is why I’ve finally decided to start the Cookie Capers series, funny tales from the lives of Gianna, whom I affectionately call my “warm, peanut butter cookie,” and Kamari, my “oatmeal raisin cookie”.
Category: Memories
I Swear, Momma Was A Voodoo Priestess Back In The Day
And then there was this one mixture where my mother put some unknown substance in a pan and sautéed with other crazy ingredients until it made this sticky paste that she put on my neck and chest and sent me off to school when I got sick…
Church Tales: The Easter Honey -aka- Posin’ or Frozen?
We were just friends, and even though our lifelong association had always been through church, she had often been the object of my affections (and many a dream)…
Slip Sliding Into Slumber
My second favorite would be those Sounds of Nature CDs. But not all of them. I only listen to two, when I’m in the mood for them…
Life Doesn’t Just Happen… (A Message For National Safety Day)
I thought back on all of my misadventures: sledding accidents in the snow on not-so-safe hills, tackling one another on concrete while playing street football, crashing into a glass table…
I Was A Dance Choreographer (For A Day)
You know, for years, women have told me that they found my naivete amusing, charming in some cases. I think it caused me to miss out on several opportunities.
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