Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving.
The large, browned to perfection, glistening turkey is a monument that marks this hallowed occasion.
It’s the centerpiece at the table. We circle it like wagons and glaze upon its roasted image with wonder, delight and torrid, tasty desire. The cook who prepared it must be a saint. Surely no sinner could create something so phenomenally divine. Continue reading
My dad, Olephyeo Stamps
My dad loved Father’s Day.
It was a day we not only celebrated him, it was a day he took off from his perceived duties and loafed around the house after he got back from church.
Father’s Day is always around the NBA Championship and dad relished his uninterrupted time in front of the television on his special day. It was like his “man cave” time and we let him have his moment. Continue reading