Cooking With Love or Not!!!

When Granny got sick, Ma had to step up to the plate--literally.  She didn't know her way around the kitchen, but she tried.  We went from hot dogs and beans to Ma's first Thanksgiving meal.  It wasn't great, but we ate it--because it was made with love.  Over time, she got better, because she had no choice but to learn.  Now, I'd give anything to sit at a table again--whether it's Granny 's five-star meal or Ma's hot dogs and beans.  I truly miss them both.

Listeners have you ever been through something like this---where love meant doing your best, even if it wasn't perfect?  

I'd love to hear your story.  Send me a message or comment--let's talk about it.