Together Takes Work

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle When I was growing up, every other Christmas our family of nine traveled for three days in a jam-packed van to spend the holidays with my father’s Mississippi family. Along the way, we descended like locusts on faithful family friends in...
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Guilt Trip

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle On his birthday, my father gave me a guilt trip. It almost worked. Almost. When I called with birthday greetings, Daddy recounted the events of the day – celebrating with my sister’s large family, eating special treats, receiving words of...
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Abstraction

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle I’ve always thought abstract art requires too much from the observer. Its meaning is often elusive. Misunderstanding is common. But, this weekend I learned something important about abstraction in art and in relationship.   A trip to the...
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Sisterhood Tour of NYC

What’s it really like on our Frizzle sister weekends? Well, here’s a taste from our time together in New York City. Frizzle sisters ride the subway with coffee cups, coats, strollers, and huge purses, snapping photographs every ten seconds. (I texted this one to my...
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Traveling with Baggage

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle When I’m packing for a trip, I hear voices. Living and dead ones. Although she passed away 18 years ago, Aunt Bobbie overseas my suitcase packing. She was an expert, making the most of every inch in her powder-blue leather luggage. As a girl, I loved...
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Sister Reunion

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle New York City is once again my weekend destination. Having welcomed spring there, I’m returning to enjoy another change of season and a reunion with my four sisters and mother. We haven’t had a sister weekend in four years. But thinking...
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First Babies

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle Our family is on a baby-buying spree. In the past week, my sister and my sister-in-law have each bought their daughters a first baby doll. As the real mommies excitedly shared photos of their little girls with new dolls, I smiled and remembered those...
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