The turkey bakes dark and hot in it’s hidey-hole. No aroma of burnt offerings waft from the kitchen, only mouth-watering promises. So all is well…for now. I’m a second, maybe third generation burner, [Read more...]
She the oldest rises early, Sometimes 4:30am. No surviving mother, so the oldest girl becomes that figure to her siblings. She must make sure there is water, light the oven in the yard, gather [Read more...]
The atmosphere is threaded with tense excitement, Chatter bounces and vibrates, My heart races. And then as the shaggy buffalo mascot beats the center court drum to amp up the crowd [Read more...]