Notes on Being a Mama’s Boy

On the night before Thanksgiving when the rest of my family would be sitting around the television watching a Charlie Brown special or a college bowl game my mother would be in the kitchen baking a turkey and whipping up some sweet potato pie.  I would always come help her. She would tell me what to do and I would gladly do it just to get some one on one time with my mother. Sometimes she would give me advice too.  The most important thing that she told me was that even a woman who really, really loves to cook really hates it when a man expects her to cook. I didn’t get it back then but now I understand.

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