Hungry…

When I was stationed in Turkey, I wrote home and said, “When I get home, I want a catfish, turnip/mustard greens, corn bread, and your fabulous German Chocolate Cake.” The military chow hall never had fried catfish; the greens were terrible, as was what they called corn bread and the chocolate cake…well, it was a …

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Happy?

The first half of my life I was addicted to being happy. I followed the trail that always led me to “Happy.” While people draw their “happy” from different things, I drew mine from people. I got my “happy” fix cutting up at school …having fun, not the schoolwork. On dad’s farm, when he was …

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