I remember the light of the refrigerator spilling out across my mother’s kitchen floor as I stood, overwhelmed and frozen, staring at the contents. The half-empty gallon of milk, the bag of limp and withered celery in the vegetable drawer, the carton of eggs. The unopened garlic and herb dip stared at me, as if I were finally going to deliver on the implied promise of company and crackers.
Everyone will love this......warning....have tissue available
One of the best written pieces I have seen in years. I love you and I hate you, I wish I had read it in the day time and not before bed. Tissue? try Tissues. Thank you for reposting it Mo, seriously. Love, Laurie p.s. I am now following her blog.
I am following her too.