A Hillbilly Story

My dad the hillbilly was born in Wayne County, West Virginia. He came into this world on April 26, 1938 and he left us on May 31, 2018. There were 80 years of life in between those dates, and every one of […]

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Quarantine for Babs

Like most of us, I am spoiled and tired of Covid and ready for life to be the way it used to be. I realize that at this point none of us know when, or if, that will ever happen… at least […]

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Looking at 51

Here it is, the weekend of my 51st birthday, and the world has been turned upside down. And this time, I had nothing to do with it. I sware. (Shut up Kiki and Bunny.) I know, I know, “every where I go, […]

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Little People and the Treehouse

When my daughter was smaller, she spent a lot of time with her Babcia. (Explains a lot about her attitude) Her Babcia and Poppy would pick her up from school and take her to Burger King near our house, and she’d stay […]

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Hillbilly VS Polish

Just some thoughts and comparisons between my father and my mother… Hillbilly: Looks like we’ve got just enough to make dinner today, I’ll go to the store tomorrow. Polish: I’m going to need at least 10lbs of potatoes, a bag of onions, […]

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