Last night my son hit me, and I did not cry. This morning I brought out the fine tablecloth, served breakfast like it was a special occasion, and when he came down smiling, he said: “So you finally learned”… until he saw who was waiting for him at my table.
The next morning, I pulled the lace tablecloth out of the cedar chest, baked buttermilk biscuits from scratch, stirred a pot of buttery grits, fried eggs in bacon drippings, browned …
Last night my son hit me, and I did not cry. This morning I brought out the fine tablecloth, served breakfast like it was a special occasion, and when he came down smiling, he said: “So you finally learned”… until he saw who was waiting for him at my table. Read More