Since I was a child, I have been addicted to carbohydrates- the higher the glycemic index, the better. Corn on the cob was a favorite. If they served it as part of a meal, that was all I ate. I ignored the rest of the meal they served. Potatoes, fried rice, breads of all kinds...
Category: Memoir
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Confessions of an Uninspired Cook
I am an indifferent cook; and as a result, I prepare indifferent meals. Although I can remember the smell of fresh baked Parker House rolls straight out of the oven, and my mouth waters as I recall how they tasted slathered all over with butter, I cannot replicate that memory in real life. My mother...
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A Tribute to my Friend, Doris Rossini
A tribute to a kind and generous woman. Doris Rossini. May she rest in peace.
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I am a Successful Dieter
I have struggled with my weight from the time I was in high school. I never seemed to be able to get my weight down to what the experts told me that I was supposed to weigh. If I wanted to be an air line hostess, I had to get my weight down from 145...
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Open Mouth Insert Foot: The Confusing World of Political Correctness
Apparently, I am obtuse about many things, especially when interacting with men. I am constantly in trouble with the things that I say. Incident #1:I once had an immensely helpful and friendly neighbor. It was he who welcomed me into the neighborhood, stopped in to chat, helped with things I could not do. One day...
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How to Sell almost Anything and Make a Million Bucks in one Year!
Sounds great, doesn’t it? All you have to do is “buy my book” or “take my on-line courses for this low, low price” Well, it just doesn’t work for me. I am a lousy salesperson. I could never develop “the spiel” about my puppies or my books. Worse, I suspected other people who sold their...
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When Jesus asked “Come, follow me,” I replied “I’m too busy”
Here I Am, LordJohn Michael Talbot I, the Lord of sea and skyI have heard my people cryAll who dwell in dark and sinMy hand will saveI who made the stars of nightI will make their darkness brightWho will bear my light to them?Whom shall I send? Here I am, LordIs it I, Lord?I have...
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Rebecca “Becky” Self: Her Story
My family called Rebecca Self, Auntie Billie. She was not a blood relative but she was such a close friend to my parents, it seemed too formal to call her “Mrs. Self.” Becky Self was an army nurse. During World War II, she and her husband, Leonard, were imprisoned with us in Cebu and Manila...
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Memoirs: A Pilgrimage to Medjugorje
July, 1991, just before the outbreak of the war in Bosnia/Herzegovina, I made my pilgrimage to Medjugorje. I had heard about this little Yugoslavian village from a member of my parish and found her descriptions, especially of the little ten year old boy kneeling stock still for thirty minutes at a time, with his eyes...
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