Category: Cherished Humdingers

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I Suck.

I suck. And that's Ok. You are more important than imperfection.

My title has a lot of Freudian-based sexual innuendo there. They just simply do not make a pill for this. I’m sorry. What I’m really trying to say is… I know I suck, but I’m learning to be ok with…

A Walk Down Luminary Lane

That moment is still etched into my brain like a scar. That moment when my father, the strong-Marine who knew no fear, was sitting in his hospital bed trying to figure out why he had back pain. The moment the nurse…

Stop with the Fat Shaming

Sitting in the kitchen nook of my mother’s house waiting for Easter dinner, I proclaimed that the strawberry pie looked so good, I might steal it like the Purple Pie Man and disappear to Porcupine Peaks to eat it by…

Life in the 1920s

I’m having a guest blogger today writing from beyond her grave. This is life in the 1920s as my grandmother knew it in the words of my grandmother. By Eleanor Virginia Webster It was 1927, a year or two before…