I often find it funny the random things that make me think of Mom. It’s often a bunch of yellow flowers growing in tough spot. It could be a lonely sock that just can’t seem to finds its mate. She always pinned the girls socks together when she washed clothes. She didn’t want one to get lost. Tonight, it was a rotisserie chicken. My Bout with Chicken If you know me very well, you know that chicken and I just don’t really mesh very well. I blame that it on my mom! First of all, she was weird about food, …
