I can’t cook anymore. And I love to cook.
I was tolerating my periodic teeth cleaning when June, in Dr. Mosal’s office, uttered “uh oh.” Not a good sign.
I’d kept an eye on the forecast all week.
It was homecoming Friday night for Holly Springs, Marshall Academy and Byhalia.
I’ve touched on this subject before, but it’s one that simmers right on top of my brain. After listening to the news this morning, it’s bubbling over.