Growing up, I avoided inviting friends home for dinner. Too embarrassing. But, that did not stop my mother. She would push, “Honey, why don’t you have your little friend join us for dinner?” She’d say it in front of them. And I’d die… because I knew how dinner would go. Because it always went the same. She’d serve steak, baked potatoes and a vegetable. And, the conversation… no matter how it went, always bit me in the ass. … Read more
Family Holidays ~ Sometimes They Are A Disaster
This Is One!
In honor of the dish that doesn’t actually turn out.
by Mary Claire Ekstrom
We were out on the town. Without parents.
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I grimaced, shifted my left hip and grabbed a bottle of pain pills. Swallowed two. Chased them down with coffee. Then, I opened my computer and grinned when I saw Becca’s email. Becca being Buster, our ranch foreman’s mother. I clicked it open.… Read more
‘Can you walk a mile?’
I let out a snort and checked no. Of course I couldn’t walk a mile. My freshly broken pelvis made that impossible. It also killed a lot of other things… like putting on my own underwear, shaving my legs and ‘running’ to the bathroom. I didn’t even want to think about the implications for sex. … Read more
I saw her the minute I walked into physical therapy. Climbing to the moon on the stair-stepper in a pair of black yoga pants. Smiling. Laughing occasionally. Flirting, or at least trying to, with George, my physical therapist. He didn’t seem to notice. Just gave her another exercise and continued on. Which made everything more interesting. I found her fascinating. A study in female frustration. But it was her Kim Kardashian butt that held me mesmerized.
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