During my childhood in times of distress, illness, worry, or just general agitation I could count on two things from my mother -- a warm washcloth to the face and a steaming cup of tea with cream and sugar. You have your stuff. I have mine. To this day my blood pressure lowers a dozen … Continue reading Hot Tea with Cream and Sugar
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Wailing Walls and Tomato Sandwiches
I don't read a lot of blogs. That's partly why it surprises me when anybody more than my Aunt Neva reads this one. It's not that I don't see their value and quality, or that I think people who write them have a high opinion of themselves. They just make me nervous. Introspective. Almost every … Continue reading Wailing Walls and Tomato Sandwiches
Beyond Lashley Lane 