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As the grass started to grow higher and weeds spouted where flowers had once bloomed, I knew the home had lost its family.

Anyway, all these years, it’s been just me and Mama. Then, she ups and marries this television producer from Hollywood.

He took a long swig of water, swallowed and finally said, “But I think I’d have to put my money on her.”

Just like back in the days in Mama’s kitchen where there was not a dishwasher but always plenty of conversation.

The debate would rear its head at the oddest times such as the other day when Debbie brought it up and, again, we started it.

Thanks to three dear guy friends, I know I’m right for I have watched slack-jawed as women have made pure fools over themselves for these guys.

At Easter, we gather at Louise’s house for a covered-dish lunch following the videoed Easter Parade.

I know how stubborn she is, how outspoken she can be and how quickly she can both forgive and forget.

But there it was in the little desk that sat in our family den as far back as I could remember.

Several years ago on the country music version on a talent competition show, a contestant had been dismissed by the judges.

Ronda Rich