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So, today was the day to bake my peanut butter cookies.
I have been baking these cookies all my adult life. I’ve no idea where my mother got the recipe, I’ve never thought about asking her that until this moment, and it’s way too late for that.
My mother had good qualities and bad, though I tend to remember the bad ones. She was smart and educated, which was good. She was not pleasant, which was bad.
When she liked something I did, I got that from her. When she didn’t, I was just like my father.
She never told me I was stupid. She frequently told me I was lazy, and often told me I was fat and not pretty, though she rarely used those words. The message was there, however.
She loved poetry and passed on a love of it to me...Read More