Looking Back

When I think about Christmas, the first memories are not as a child standing in awe of the items Santa left under the tree. No, I think about the kitchen table where we gathered for breakfast after dragging Mom and Dad out of bed before sun rise.

Mom mixed up biscuits, fried some bacon, and made gravy listening and laughing as Dad took time with each one of us praising the doll or truck Santa had brought us and maybe spouting a silly song he came up with on the spot. It is the laughter and love gathered around that kitchen table I recall the most.

If I could go back and change one thing it would be to say what I didn’t say at the time. Thank you. Thank you for giving me such a great memory.

Merry Christmas to all.

Betty Almond

B. R. Almond is the author of For the Love of D. H. Lawrence. She enjoys fashioning suspense designed around family. The intricate emotional attachments mixed with how far one will go, be it to right a wrong, stay alive, or even for love is her sweet spot. And yes, she throws in a little romance. And if she can plug in a motorcycle scene, well that is icing on the cake.

A writer, farmer, and lover of motorcycles, she is from the southern region of Arkansas living the three L’s (Live, love, and laugh). When away from the keyboard, she toils around in the garden, dodges wildlife free ranging in her yard, and always on the search for a place to dive fork deep into great Cajun food. Mostly, she can be found walking in the woods thinking on her next writing project.

https://www.bralmond.com
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