A tale of three mothers

Over the years I’ve had the opportunity to talk to mothers from very different backgrounds and cultures. This blog is about a tale of three of those mothers who seem to be very different. One mother is a chocolate woman who lives in a small apartment in West Jackson.  One mother is a vanilla woman…

Do something with the bar

Jack Watson was my granddaddy, we called him paw paw, and he was known for doing his part to make sure his grandsons knew how to get things done. He didn’t believe in “holding our hand.” He would tell us one time how to do something and then walk away expecting us to get it…

Do you prefer leftover cabbage?

Just in case you haven’t heard me say this already, there is no such thing as “good vegetables.” As far as I’m concerned, the word “good” and the word “vegetables” should never be put side by side.  There is no greater oxymoron than “good vegetables.” One of my least favorite vegetables is cabbage, and I’m not…

You got the stuff?

One spring afternoon, as I sat at the kitchen table, I looked out of the window and noticed a man walking around in our back yard.  I asked my mom did she know that there was a strange man walking around in our yard.  She came to the window, looked out, and said, “I don’t know who…