Helping Mama
**This post was written pre-Covid days. I’m looking forward to visiting my parents again soon! Blinking, I open my eyes. What awakened me? After a few moments of consciousness, I recognize it. The smell of marinara on the stove, mixed with a little – cake? I have come to stay with my parents for a few days. It’s hard to step back into that role as daughter, even for a short time. I guess I can sympathize more with my college-age son now, at Christmas holidays! The aromas coming from the kitchen must have filtered into my subconscious, because I’ve […]
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