This February, my brother would have been sixty-eight. Would have been, is the operative phrase since it has been thirty years since he was killed. Killed is the nice word, murdered is the truth. The other truth is that one never gets over losing someone unexpectedly, graphically and tragically. Even now, while the pain has lessened, the memories have not. The slightest thing will remind me of him. Continue reading “It Has to End”
A Legacy of Cooking
I love to cook, but I have not always felt that way. I come from a family of great cooks on my mother’s side and as a child was somewhat intimidated, so I chose not to try. When I graduated from college, I had yet to even boil water. I was content to subsist on the fruits of everyone’s labor while reading Betty Crocker, the only cookbook my mother possessed. Continue reading “A Legacy of Cooking”
Tax Time
It’s that time of year again. The belated Christmas cards have stopped coming and now we are receiving all the documents we need to prepare our tax returns for 2017. The next step is to start our return. I don’t know which I hate most…notice I said hate, not dislike, as hate is the operative word…preparing tax returns or paying the actual tax. They are both painful and to be avoided if possible. Hating taxes is entirely American. It is after all, why our founding fathers started the revolution that would separate us from the British. This country had its beginnings in protest against taxes on tea and the protests have continued until this day. Continue reading “Tax Time”