It’s been a while since I shared an excerpt from my humorous memoir, A Dead Tomato Plant and a Paycheck. This is from the beginning of chapter fifteen: What’s For Dinner or Mutiny of the Midgets. There are certain words and phrases in the English language, dirty words aside, that are guaranteed to disrupt the […]
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I haven’t shared an excerpt from my humorous memoir, A Dead Tomato Plant and a Paycheck, in quite a while, so I thought I would do that for today. I really can’t do Monday Morning Musings because I am actually writing this on Sunday. Tomorrow I will be out of pocket all day. Enjoy….. Nothing
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In honor of Halloween, I thought I’d share this excerpt from my humorous memoir, A Dead Tomato Plant and a Paycheck. Halloween is not like it used to be. With concerns over Politically Correct costumes, candy that has been tampered with, and who is that stranger driving slowly down the street, Halloween has lost some
This is another excerpt from my humorous memoir, A Dead Tomato Plant and a Paycheck. This is from the chapter: WHAT’S FOR DINNER? Or, Mutiny of the Midgets. Enjoy…. There are certain words and phrases in the English language, dirty words aside, that are guaranteed to disrupt the otherwise peaceful existence of any mother and
Here is another excerpt from my humorous memoir, A Dead Tomato Plant and a Paycheck. Since most of us are still sweltering in the summertime heat, I thought I’d continue from the chapter Summertime Blues. Enjoy…. Another fun part of summer vacations were the skirmishes. Not a kind word could be heard from the troops
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Not too long ago I received a review copy of The View from Brindley Mountain, A Memoir of the Rural South. I was anxious to read it for a lot of reasons. First, because I have been reading a lot of memoirs lately to get a feel for how they are written as I work
Another excerpt from my book in progress: A Dead Tomato Plant and a Paycheck. Enjoy…. On a recent visit with my grandchildren, I noticed a pattern of behavior that is apparently passed from generation to generation like the balding gene. My oldest granddaughter had been given a chore to do, as was her younger brother,