Being “That Person”

Whenever my mother went anywhere, she assumed she would have no responsibility for anything. She also assumed that she would be welcomed with open arms. You already know that she would go to a potluck with one very small dish and load her plate with all sorts of goodies. She always said: There are certain […]

Potlucks at School

Whenever we went to a potluck at the school, Mary took the same dish—a peanut, banana, and mayonnaise salad. (Those are the only ingredients and you can adjust the amounts to suit yourself.) When she went through the line, she was looking for her special creation, and when she saw that the pan was empty, […]