Half A Pot Roast, and a Mashed Grilled Cheese, Please

(From 2004) Mamacita says:  Remember that anecdote about the young bride whose husband asked her why she cut the beef roast in half before she put it in the pan? She told him she did it that way, because her … Continue reading

Happy Mother’s Day to All, and to All a Good Night

Mamacita says: I was reading an article somewhere, by somebody*, that stated that no matter how old we get, there are still times when we want our mother. Our fifty-year-old mother. When our mothers are young, we don’t consider them … Continue reading

. . . on a tripod, yet. . . .Beat That, Barbie!

Mamacita says:  At Christmas, or for birthdays (the only times kids got new toys!) other little kids wanted Barbie dolls, sleds, electronics, fake makeup, shoes, sports equipment, and other “typical” kid-desired stuff.  I wanted a telescope. That’s really all I … Continue reading

My Mother’s Hands

Mamacita says:  My mother hasn’t been feeling very well this week, so I’ve gone over there every night after school to bring her some food, do a few little chores, and make sure she’s still there.  If you know what … Continue reading