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A Rose by any other name is a daffodil

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He who can pronounce my name aright, he can call me, and is entitled to my love and service. – Henry David Thoreau In the beginning, I was me. For those with non-traditional or unconventional spellings, this isn’t a given. To many, including my grandfather, I was “Jerry.” To others, I was Gary, often with a long a. Although they were not me, answering to any variation was...

Conversations with Momma

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Living with a parent as an older adult is not like having a roommate. You may have lived as a full-grown, self-sufficient adult, but your “roomie” is still your momma, and, in her eyes, you are still 8 years old. Conversations with Momma could be enlightening, challenging, infuriating, and awkward – often simultaneously. Any sentence that began with “Let me ask you a...

John Hodo

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I don’t know much about John Hodo except that he was important to Momma. He had a wife, although their legal marital status was murky. She was ample-sized, matching John’s burly frame. They lived at the end of a dirt road in a wooden house that had seen better days. It had a large front porch with the obligatory rocking chairs and a smaller back porch with a manual crank washer. To a...

Driving with Momma

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Momma had an odd way of communicating. It was nebulous and imprecise. I spent my childhood in a quandary, a constant state of confusion.  When I was eight, she called out, “Gerry Neil, bring me that thing.” “What thing, Momma?” It must be important because she used my middle name. “You know, that thing. That thing in yonder.” Still lost, I waited. She...

My Mother’s Day

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The daughter of an old Hollywood family had a beautiful birthday tradition. She would call her mother to thank her for being her mother. What a wonderful idea! I started a similar tradition, sending Momma flowers or a plant for my birthday.  Today, it was a basket of gardenias. Growing up, a gardenia bush stood outside my bedroom window. Momma would open all the windows each spring. It was...

Under the Big Top

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I never outgrew my love of the circus. I always dreamed of running away and playing keyboard in the pit band. Instead, I ended up holding down a real job, but some days I still dream about it. I had friends who ran an old-fashioned 3-ring circus under the big tent. It didn’t have all the lights and glamor of the Ringling Brothers, but it was very exciting because you were right there. You could...

A Walgreens Christmas

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The lines between holidays are almost nonexistent. Christmas trees are now multipurpose, with ornament options for every holiday from Valentine’s Day to the Fourth of July to Halloween. There isn’t much available for Thanksgiving because there is little turnaround time between Halloween and Christmas. It is best to hold off on outdoor decorating until the turkey leftovers are packaged...

Lynda Meets Santa

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The local pet store was hosting a photo opportunity with Santa, so I decided to bring Lynda along. She had a great Jingle Bell sash that would look great in a photo. When we arrived, we stopped by the grooming salon to say hello to her groomer, Jesus, and the gang. She loves seeing them, and they always take really good care of her. While we waited our turn to see Santa, lots of yappy dogs in...

The Walmart Vortex

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We needed cat litter and a couple of other things. No problem. I’m a drive-by shopper. In and out. Back in a few! Since Walmart had the best price, I went there. I loathe it, but it is the biggest game in these parts—a necessary evil. As I entered the store, reality hit. You can only go as fast as the shoppers around you. The vortex opened. Time stood still. There was no escape. A young mother...

Memaw Knows What to Do

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The Boys were up for a visit. After of full day of “Running Uncle Gerry Ragged,” they fell asleep on the sofa. Knowing that Mom was tired and her arthritis was kicking her, I offered to help get them to bed. My attempts to rouse the 7-year-old were an epic failure. He wouldn’t budge and fought every attempt to wake him. Momma nudged me aside and said, “That’s OK. Here’s what you need...

Where’s My Cat?

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I had to postpone hip-replacement surgery at the last minute. A day of mishaps culminated in postponing major surgery because of a cat. My day should have gone like this … a 9 AM appointment at the hospital to complete paperwork and have blood drawn. At 11:15, I was to drop off the cats, Rudy and River, at A Country Cat House, a posh hotel for felines, and be at work by lunch. Easy, right? ...

No Matter Where You Go

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“It’s always been my experience that no matter where you go, there you are.” When a friend and I vacationed in France many years ago, we started in Paris. He had a stack of travel guides and language books to help us navigate the city. We had different flights and were to meet at the airport. He was about an hour ahead of me. When we met up, he was very agitated and anxious...

We Need to Play

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Temmi, Eddie, Cindy, Beth, Trudy, Carolyn, Lisa, Kim, Beverly, Jamie … all of us together. We played. We laughed. We argued. But, most of all, we loved. A few years ago, I encountered a couple of girls who had not seen each other in a while. They squealed with delight at their reunion. As they hugged, one said, “We need to play!” As beautiful as that moment was, I became sad. I...

Let’s eat cake

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When we celebrated my nephew’s seventh birthday, I wasn’t keen on the idea of him turning six the year before. Despite my angst, I realized that there was nothing I could do about his turning seven. There we were, celebrating getting another year older. He was all excited with the attention, especially with the presents. When asked if he wanted to open presents first or have the cake first...

Leonard, the workout lizard

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Living in the tropics, there is lots of wildlife. Some are indigenous, some are not. Indigenous species are beneficial; others are usually not. One of the most prolific critters during the summer months is the lizard. They come in all types, shapes, and sizes. My favorite is the one with a lower, usually red, chin that pops out when the lizard is comfortable or trying to get laid. They are all...

Gerry Landreth

My name is Gerry, pronounced with a hard “G.” Momma wanted a non-traditional name for her son - something different. Different is what she got.

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