Tag Archives: Mom

orphan-age

Posted on December 18, 2009 by the jodi

No matter how old you are when you lose that second parent, you’re an orphan. It’s not the same as when you’re 5 or even 15, but when you’re 50ish it’s lonely. Continue reading →

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food is love

Posted on November 10, 2009 by the jodi

I talk all the time about how I don’t remember events, but I do remember meals. The good, the bad and the ugly, but most of the time the food I remember is associated with a person who has touched me. Food is Love. God is Love too, but food is a lot easier to whip up and give to someone than God. My grandmother made the Worlds Best Pork Chops. My happiest childhood memories were in her kitchen. She … Continue reading →

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magnetic personality

Posted on November 3, 2009 by the jodi

I’m a wacky old lady magnet, as in, I attract wacky old ladies. This is Claire. I finally stopped to take her picture. I just love how EVERYTHING is red. Right down the shopping cart, the reusable shopping bags and get this, the red Chuck Taylor hi-tops. We met in front of the post office. She Xeroxes all the letters she sends so she’ll remember what she said when they write back. Claire was an actress, she created drama workshops … Continue reading →

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