The Mustard Sandwich Race
If Rhonda needed therapy as an adult, we were likely the cause. As one of the younger children, she was eager to fit in, to be part of our group. Of course, membership in such an illusive club required a fitting initiation. In previous posts, we discussed Rhonda’s aversion to certain foods. Therefore, the initiation […]
Just Mail It
My first real job was babysitting. But unlike my mother, my “babysitting” took on a very different form. I was one of several emergency care parents hired under a community grant to serve low-income families. Essentially, I cared for the children while their parents looked for work and permanent childcare. The position took me into […]
Chocolate
If I had a vote in the food industry, chocolate would be the next food group. Fortunately, they didn’t ask me. I love all types and forms of chocolate. A perfect day ends with one small dark chocolate treat, typically wrapped around a favorite nut. On one trip to an IGA in a nearby town, […]
The Great Spaghetti Caper
Perhaps we felt sorry for Rhonda, or maybe we were impossibly devious children. All of us were expected to eat what was placed in front of us. We had no choice over the lunch menu or the amounts served. Poor Rhonda remained at the table more often than not, rarely eating more than a few […]
Clean Your Plate
Clean your plate. There are children starving in China. I grew up as the only child at home but was surrounded by other children from early morning until dinner time, thanks to my mother’s babysitting business. At any given lunch, it was not unusual to have at least four other children huddled around our small […]
Guilty Choices
There were exactly twelve donuts on the counter in the kitchenette. A kind coworker brought them in as Valentine’s Day treats for the staff. Gwen passed them on her way to the refrigerator shortly after she arrived to work on Monday and passed them again on her way back to the office. In between the […]