Contributed by Stephen Ring on Apr 9, 2004
In September of 1982, my Mother passed away very unexpectedly. Through a series of events, I was actually spending the weekend at my parent’s home sick with a stomach flu, in order that my wife would be able to work and get a good night’s sleep. Early on the Sunday morning, my mother had a stroke
Contributed by Paul Steen on Dec 11, 2017
I walked into the kitchen one afternoon and saw a big white cake that had just been frosted. I love white cake. It’s my favorite. And my wife Betty can really make a mean one.
So I found Betty and asked her, “Who is that white cake for?”
She looked at me and shrugged, “Whoever.”