Jul 29 2008
Misplaced Priorities - Losing Sight of the Prize
Before her death, my Granny used to tell me stories about growing up in the south. I can still remember her describing the first time she met the woman who would become her mother-in-law, “Big Mama”. Big Mama was in the kitchen (as she often was, it would seem) preparing a meal. Without a moment’s hesitation - and in mid-sentence - she stepped through the screened door and into the yard, grabbed an unsuspecting hen and snapped its neck.
After finishing the needful and hanging Henny Penny upside down from the clothes line to drain, she stepped back into the kitchen and picked up right where she left off without missing a beat. Continue Reading »
