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A Two-Alarm Fire and Mashed Potatoes
Families can be fiery places, sometimes bringing out the worst in us. Ours is no exception. There were usually feisty arguments, heated discussions, and even a few insults. A newcomer to the family might be intimidated, afraid, or terrified by certain conversations, which, for our family, is table talk. Some of it is negative, but not meant to be. Grudges, while extant, are the exception.“I am glad you are going www.onedoor.ccwith me to our family Thanksgiving,” I told Kayden the evening before. I made bread and potatoes for the gathering, a tradition that extends decades. Some of the attendees, ad...
The Terrible Good Old Days
The Terrible Good Old Days Suzanne Marsh “Oh, for the good old days, when things were not as complicated.” I was all for living in the past, it had to be better than 2020. My dream was to restore the Chatsworth Ranch, just outside of Belton, Texas. We had moved to what had once been a cow pasture, that was where our home was. Dad, always chuckled when I would mention the good old days. I thought it would be easy without electricity, cell phones, pollution, no traffic, just horses. All the things we face today in 2020. Dad, decided it was time that I discovered what the good old days were actua...
Life-Death River
I killed you. My heart raced as I stumbled to my feet from my affectionate bed. Suddenly the bedroom door pounded like the thoughts in my dreams. “Danny,” my bewildered and inebriated Chinese father called. “What?” my properly irritated American response bellowed as I quickly threw clothes on. My bedroom door flew open, apologizing before the reprimand. “You’re always responding with this sense of entitlement when will you get that…,” his slurred voice trailed as I walked pass him out to the hallway towards the city bus. You killed me. My head in a daze trying to concentrate on the day which...
When the Flames Speak
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire – literally and intentionally. Dad stood nearby with his rake, and my brother, Kelly, was on the other side of him, holding a hose. Their gazes were on the big pile of leaves we had worked all morning to gather.Smoke twirled from the center of the pile skyward, and it was a little mesmerizing. I wondered if the angels in Heaven got wind of smoke when folks burned leaves or trash. You know how annoying it is when your neighbors do it all the time – can you imagine what the smoke does to the folks in Heaven?I pulled on my gloves and walked t...