tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post5894210083514574862..comments2023-10-30T06:47:54.342-07:00Comments on Rambling Chicken: Rambling: Frying the slow wayMarthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-31625528662668596992013-01-23T22:48:54.900-08:002013-01-23T22:48:54.900-08:00Howdy, Mals! I didn't mean to make you cry. :)...Howdy, Mals! I didn't mean to make you cry. :) It's sad that your father's love has to come in tire treads, but, yes, I think that most of us will take it where it comes. And thank you. :)Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-41473937065826773742013-01-23T22:47:04.802-08:002013-01-23T22:47:04.802-08:00Hi, Vanessa! Yeah, a lot of people seem to have th...Hi, Vanessa! Yeah, a lot of people seem to have that block, and then their kids develop one, and on and on it goes. I can track problem mothers back to my mother's mother's mother, and that's not where it gets healthy, it's just where the oral history stops.Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-78478518741715820922013-01-23T22:45:36.624-08:002013-01-23T22:45:36.624-08:00Hey, Josephine. I always find your words on the Mo...Hey, Josephine. I always find your words on the Mom topic helpful. :)<br /><br />I'm curious; do you still love cinnamon rolls, or are they sad now? Right this minute, realizing the connection, I'm feeling a bit of a sad/angry vibe about the chicken. But now _I'm_ the chicken cook and it's part of my identity too, so I suspect that it will take on its celebratory party-balloon Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-26134468499444108972013-01-23T12:18:14.459-08:002013-01-23T12:18:14.459-08:00Okay, woman. You did it again: made me cry, made m...Okay, woman. You did it again: made me cry, made me want to hug up my kids and mommy them better than I did yesterday, and call my mother and thank her for EVERYTHING.<br /><br />I always felt that Mom loved me. She said so. She did little things for me, she gave me little gifts from time to time, she made the foods I liked, taught me to appreciate beauty, and disciplined me when I got out of mals86http://themuseinwoodenshoes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-67260258201310912892013-01-21T06:52:14.461-08:002013-01-21T06:52:14.461-08:00My ex's mother never showed any physical affec...My ex's mother never showed any physical affection to him, but was always ready with financial help when he needed it, even to the point of giving him the funds to buy me out of our shared home last year. Some people just have a block I guess when it comes to expressing love. Chicken skin and cash - I guess they all have their place - though I was lucky enough to have a very loving mother.Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847145282522572183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-70695600788153706152013-01-21T05:13:44.522-08:002013-01-21T05:13:44.522-08:00Martha, you're so right - just when I think I ...Martha, you're so right - just when I think I have analyzed and understood all of the connections leading back to my childhood, I am confronted with one more that I didn't see coming.<br /><br />My mother, too, hid her love for me in food. I now see that as rather a sweet - if incomplete - expression. It is safer than emotional connection. Safer than loving. And it also provides the Katy Josephinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00504394399778675539noreply@blogger.com