It’s a good thing I’m retired, and have nowhere to go and all day to get there. They’re hauling the raw material for Trump’s wigs away. It’s going to a carpet factory to make new flooring for Kamala Harris’s office. Perhaps when it’s delivered, someone could teach her how to pronounce her name correctly.
Her Father, Kamal, pronounced his name, kah-mahl, so, properly, hers should be kah-mahl-ah. I wonder if the chicken or the egg came first. Someone would have us believe that there is no connection to Islam, and she’s a white Valley Girl, with a name resembling Pamela.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story
Lord, it’d been five years, and she still missed her Grandma. She had loved Grandma, and Grandma had loved her, and all the other grandkids.
Grandma’s love had seemed to be wrapped in food – homemade candy and cookies, turkey and stuffing and gravy – all the good stuff. These were the last of her carefully rationed jars of Grandma’s dill pickles. If only she’d thought to get Grandma to teach her how to make them.
She could buy pickles at the store, but none tasted as good, and certainly none of them held the care and love that Grandma put in.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.