was a whole lot better stocked than Dad’s.
(Not to mention a whole lot cleaner—
no mega-cockroaches allowed!)
Summer fruit.
Garden veggies.
Leftover roast beef.
Homemade bread.
Hand-churned ice cream.
I’d almost forgotten how great a cook
Mom was, at least when she wasn’t
too busy writing or going through one
of her “I’m not your damn servant!” phases.
Double lucky me.
It seemed she was going through one of her
Suzy Homemaker stages.
Fresh salsa.
Homemade chips.
Leftover chili.
Cherry pie.
I felt like I’d died and
gone to God’s grocery store
in the sky!
My Luck Ran Out
’Cause after I
finished pigging out, I
really wanted
a cigarette.
Nicotine’s a
strange addiction. I
didn’t even realize I