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Dancing With The Goddess


~Childhood is measured out by
sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows


–My childhood smells of cinnamon, brown sugar, and vanilla.

Lemon cake.

Chocolate chip cookies.

Sweet butter melting on an avocado colored stove.

When I remember those days…

I evaporate into bubblegum pink carpeting.

I disappear inside an oak bunk bed with thick patched grandma quilts.

I hide inside Sylvia Plath’s poetry.

I smoke Marlboros because I think I’m a cool girl…. think I’ll live forever.

I get grounded for burning a hole into my bedspread.

I get grounded for carving boys’ names into the wood.

Bruce. Matt. Dave. Whatever. I can’t recall.

Kay and I share boyfriends.

She gives me her leftovers like a side of dressing.

Jerry.  Kyle.  Pete.

…because we share everything.

They all love Kay.  They all worship

Beautiful, high cheek-boned, pouty lipped, soft spoken, Kay.

… but nobody loves her more than me.


Our mother is a stay at home mother. A Saint. A Goddess.

She stirs, pours, mixes, and bakes before we get home from school.

She is the Leave it to Beaver mother. the Partridge Family
mother. The mother everybody desires to own, love, and wrap their arms around.

She cranks Patsy Cline on the old stereo on Saturdays while we do our

“Now that’s a voice,” She says.

She dances around the yellowed linoleum in bare feet,

pink toenails, pretty peddle pushers.

Sometimes we dance with her.

And she cranks up Patsy to full volume twisting and singing Crazy.

Her hair smells of Aqua Net  &
clean sheets against our faces.

Kay & I whirl round and round with the Goddess giggling & holding

while chocolate chip cookies melt inside the oven

while soft petunia breezes billow thru windows

while time stands still.

The Goddess at 17.   Kim.  Kay.  Love  Forever.

Dear Reader,  tell me
one of your favorite memories.


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  • Reply
    Dangerous Linda
    January 13, 2013 at 11:38 am

    HI, Kim! ~

    One of my favorite childhood memories is waking up in the morning on the floor of my bedroom where I was forced to sleep as punishment for not making my bed the day before and reading a novel about a young girl who was a witch, developing her powers when nobody was noticing or paying attention…

    I hope you haven’t had trouble leaving me comments! XOXOXOX
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    El Phoenix Farris
    January 13, 2013 at 11:47 am

    Awww this is beautiful, so beautiful hun. It’s hard for me to talk about my memories, so please allow me to bask in yours!
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    Charlene Ross
    January 13, 2013 at 11:56 am

    Have I told you lately that I love the way you write? That I wish I could write like you? This is so beautiful.

    One of my favorite childhood memories is my mother and father standing in the living room hugging and me coming up and throwing my arms around their legs to hug them too.

    And again, just love this Kim. Love your words. Love you.
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    Pat Scattergood
    January 13, 2013 at 11:56 am

    Thanks for your memories. Love the photo.

    I remember Mama’s long red nails and the smell of her Jergen’s Lotion. Thank you for reminding me.
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    Red Dwyer
    January 13, 2013 at 12:11 pm

    The photo is absolutely delicious.

    Climbing up on massive equipment and moving the earth. The smell of diesel on Grahamp’s pants where Graham would gripe about his wiping them on his handkerchief and putting it in his back pocket.

    Rows upon rows of yummies Momma had planted, we picked and we all cooked for dinners.

    White gravy with breakfast.

    Childhood was good.

    Much love, Kimmy. These are the memories which keep us buoyant and our memories never far away.
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    January 13, 2013 at 12:18 pm

    One of my all time favorite memories is being enveloped in my grandmother’s pillow soft embrace and smelling whatever she was cooking that day. Knowing love was all around me. Heaven.
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    January 13, 2013 at 12:21 pm

    If I started listing my good memories, I’d need a post of my own,Kim. Just like you – isn’t that a tribute to a great mom? However, my mother and yours were extreme opposites. The only bit of domesticity in my mother’s life was in the genes of her three daughters! But love? Embrace humans? Listen? Encourage? Educate? My mom did all that in spades.

    I loved how I could go to her with any question and she knew the answer. She was my “internet” from the time when just having a TV was magical. (We lived in the country!)

    And I went to friends’ homes to get in on some of that great home baking. I think I used to walk down the road until I smelled something delicious wafting through open doors!

    You were in my Spam this last time, but I check and clear spam all the time so I’ll find ya!
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    Carolyn Hughes
    January 13, 2013 at 12:32 pm

    What wonderful memories and what an amazing way to describe your mum – the Goddess 🙂
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    Jodi @Heal Now
    January 13, 2013 at 12:32 pm

    Mine were from when I was older. Fun dating my husband. We had some good laughs! Love you xoxox

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    Joe Peterson
    January 13, 2013 at 12:49 pm

    Kim, though I’m a dude, you write in ways I relate too. Inner chic is such an awesome title! My mom was much the way you described yours – OMG, we are blessed. Yes, she was the mom everyone deserved to have but seldom had 🙁 I am also blessed to have five incredible sisters – each added so much content to my life. I’m usually reflective, but you made me dive even further as I read this!
    <3 U

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    January 13, 2013 at 1:00 pm

    Your description enlivened my senses and brought me straight into your memories – simply beautiful my friend.

    Choc Chip Uru
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    January 13, 2013 at 1:03 pm

    Beautiful memories, my dear. I have some similar ones…grilled cheese sandwiches when I walked home from elementary school for lunch…long drives in the big brown station wagon…my parents divorcing…smoking cloves, Marlboros, and other things…piercings, dying my hair and black, black clothes…miss you on my blog!
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    January 13, 2013 at 1:55 pm

    Oh, what a precious photo, Kay! I have so many wonderful memories. However, I suppose those of my dad on Christmas morning have to be among my favorites. Hope you’ve had a lovely weekend, my friend. I suppose you haven’t had trouble commenting on my blog, since I haven’t writen anything in so long. Hoping to change that tomorrow.
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    Jann Huizenga
    January 13, 2013 at 4:01 pm

    This is an incredible post, Kim–the poetry & the yellowed photo. What a tribute to your gorgeous mom. I love how she dances in bare feet. We had the same avocado-hued stove!!!!
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    Ellen M. Gregg
    January 13, 2013 at 4:01 pm

    I had (have) that kind of mom, too, Kim. Cookies and milk, orange wedges, apple slices, homemade root beer, Jell-O with fruit inside and Cool-Whip on top.

    Switch out Doris Day, Frank Sinatra, Buddy Holly, Johnny Mathis and Rodgers & Hammerstein for Patsy Cline. They were the soundtrack for cooking, cleaning and homework.

    mmm… A lovely, warm rush of memories. Thank you. 🙂 xoxo
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    nan @ lbddiaries
    January 13, 2013 at 4:13 pm

    Dad was in the Army so we moved a LOT. My very first memory was of being in barnehage in Norway learning to ski, then all the times my parents took my brother and I skiing while living in Europe. It was something I wish we’d continued longer than we did after coming back to America the second time but sadly, they hug up all our skis on the garage wall so they became only a fond memory!

    Your post was so beautiful – the words painted pictures and I heard the music long before I clicked on the video! You are an artiste with words – keep painting, my friend!
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    January 13, 2013 at 4:14 pm

    Loving this and you, will start checking spam instead of just deleting all. See you on FB, anyway, doll. Much love always xo

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    Debi Pasricha
    January 13, 2013 at 4:20 pm


    Your memories are my memories too–avocado green kitchen appliances; a dancing, pedicured mom; chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven; fresh breezes through the kitchen window; smoking Marlboros while lounging atop my quilted bed. But I didn’t know Kay. Xx
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    January 13, 2013 at 4:28 pm

    Pictures like that are the most awesome treasures. I remember coming home from mass on Sunday to a dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy and corn.

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    January 13, 2013 at 5:28 pm

    Kim, Thank You so much for all the wonderful compliments (I Love You So Much). It was a blessing
    watching you kids grow up, even though it was chaos at times. I loved staying home being a
    wife and mother. If i had it to do over, i wouldn’t anything different.
    Love You So Much

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    January 13, 2013 at 9:15 pm

    Sitting at my father’s desk with his manual typewriter, typing whatever came to mind while my mom sits at her desk doing her court reporting. Kept me occupied for hours!

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    January 13, 2013 at 9:21 pm

    Kim, such a beautiful memory, so wonderfully told. Reads like an effervescent poem that richly describes your youth. Was your mother really just 17 in that photo? Or does Goddess at 17 refer to something else? Sending you lots of hugs and good wishes! Have a fabulous week, my friend.
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    Annette Molitor
    January 13, 2013 at 9:32 pm

    One of my favorite childhood memories was helping pack my dad’s lunches and making them silly. One day I cut his sandwich not in half or triangular but in tiny squares. And I’d look forward to his reaction when he got home from work. I’d also write him ridiculous rhyming poems for his Birthday or whatever the occasion, and sign them the Bewildered poet.

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    January 13, 2013 at 9:36 pm

    Your comment came through no problem!

    What a luscious memory – so beautiful and delicious.

    And wow – your mother was so young and beautiful (just like mine).
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    January 14, 2013 at 12:43 am

    Love your special memories with Kay and your mom. I can just picture all three of you, dancing. 🙂
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    Elephant's Child
    January 14, 2013 at 12:51 am

    I adore your special memories – and love the way they are so firmly tied to wonderful, wonderful smells. You have me thinking hard, but I think my best times came much later. Walking on shore in Antarctica, seeing penguins as far as my eyes could see. A baby seal gumming at my knees, penguins pecking at my boots.
    I am so glad that you have these memories to hug during the dark days. Much love travelling your way.

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    Mandy - The Complete Cook Book
    January 14, 2013 at 1:12 am

    I was drawn into your childhood with the beautiful post Kim – what a perfect and happy childhood you shared with your darling sister Kay. One thing people can’t take away from you are your memories and you have so many wonderful love filled ones Kim!
    Much love to you from a sunny South Africa.
    🙂 Mandy xoxoxo
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    Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella
    January 14, 2013 at 2:10 am

    Lovely picture of the three of you! Thanks for transporting us back into your childhood with you Kim. Much love from Sydney xxx
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    Valentine Logar
    January 14, 2013 at 3:35 am

    This is so rich in flavors, thank you for sharing. The picture is delicious.

    Mine is different, mine is my father, sawdust and lacquer. Black coffee and “Leave the girl alone woman!”

    Mine is sail boats in the garage. Hiding in the wood pile. Polishing the brass.
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    Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell
    January 14, 2013 at 11:48 am

    My mom was always busy, busy, busy so some of my favorite memories are when she was standing at the kitchen counter making desserts and she would just chatter on with me and let me help her do this and that.
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    January 14, 2013 at 1:42 pm

    Ah, you move me. Your mum looks like a rocker or a she-wolf with her cubs. So much responsibility and barely more than a child herself. And “soft petunia breezes” and Patsy Cline … I can smell, I can hear.
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    Kim Gagnon
    January 14, 2013 at 4:21 pm

    Love your picture!!! My favorite memories are of when we lived in Smithville! Riding our ponies and looking for agates. Playing Pom Pom pole away with your dad . Waiting for our siblings to go to bed so we could EG. I loved to get up on Fridays at midnight and watch Shock Theatre.

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    Vidya Sury
    January 14, 2013 at 9:45 pm

    I have beautiful as well as crazy childhood memories. I lived in so many cities. But best of all were the memories of my Grandmother and Mom and the time I spent with them.

    I love that photo of your Mom with you and Kay. She’s so gorgeous! Lovely song!

    Sometimes I think as we grow older, childhood memories become sharper in our minds – is that true? I know we’ve got it all tucked away in our sub-conscious minds, but it is so interesting to have it all emerge …. in a way it feels great. But on the other hand, each burst of memory leaves me with a sense of sadness because those people are no more. I’ll just have to adjust with their presence in my heart.

    You write so beautifully. How is your book coming along, Kim?

    Hugs! Love you more than all the pink clouds in the evening sky!
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      My Inner Chick
      January 17, 2013 at 11:02 am

      I love that you always ask about my book. You keep me accountable.

      I love you, my dear sweet wonderful girl. Xx
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    January 15, 2013 at 4:09 am

    Your mother does sound like a goddess, and a very special one at that. I love your list of nice and naughty things you treasured. One of my treasured memories is sitting by a river bank, aged about ten, and fishing. I had an old thermos flask, with a glass insides, which I used to fill with coffee. To my young brain, it was always a marvel that I could cycle for three miles, set out my gear, settle down on the ground and still get a hot cup of coffee in the middle of nowhere. I loved that old thermos flask. Thank you for moving it to the front of my memory. Thankyou for the largeness of your heart, which rises above your personal tragedy and pours so much warmth and caring on those who read your posts.
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    Lady Jennie
    January 15, 2013 at 7:08 am

    I love how free your mom is. I wish I could be that free – that my kids would see me that way (instead of hunched up over some computer). 🙂

    Love this
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    Girl with a New Life
    January 15, 2013 at 1:03 pm

    This song, Crazy by Patsy Cline, was a huge part of my childhood.

    It was the song that melted my Dad down into something soft and yielding.

    And when I did discover Mom and Dad dancing it was usually to this.

    I can’t think of a song that describes their chemistry better. Achingly imperfect.
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    Blond Duck
    January 15, 2013 at 8:16 pm

    I spent most of my childhood reading and eating pbjs. 🙂
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    January 16, 2013 at 9:18 am

    She gives me her leftovers like a side of dressing.
    Yikes I love this line.

    I also adore the photo.
    And not sharing anymore because my screen is cloudy over my misty eyes. xoxo
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    January 16, 2013 at 8:01 pm

    Avocado colored stove! I love it! My grandma had one, gosh I miss her so much. Thanks for the wonderful memories. Oh… and I have a confession to make. I have the yellow colored tupperware canisters for flour, sugar, and coffee just like my mom had when I was a little girl. I love them and will have a hard time letting them go.
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    January 17, 2013 at 5:08 am

    Absolutely beautiful – words and photo….

    and the avacado stove brings back so many memories – although ours was harvest gold – friends had the avacado…
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    January 17, 2013 at 6:44 pm

    Thank you for sharing those beautiful memories, Kim. My mother couldn’t bake but she could make a mean sweet potato pie. Dang, you’ve got me wanting some warm chocolate chip cookies now.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 18, 2013 at 10:46 am

      Sweet Potato Pie. YUmmm.

      Please check your spam, dear. I’ve been commenting on your site, but I am being flagged as spam.

      Xxx thanx.

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    January 18, 2013 at 6:01 pm

    Oh, such poignant memories…such love between sisters…and a beautiful mother.

    So many recollections…running barefoot in the yard with my sisters, our dress up box, playing in the rain, hiking in the woods…. I hope my children have happy memories, too…

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    Michael Ann
    January 18, 2013 at 7:29 pm

    Ooo, this was wonderful. I felt like I was right there with you, smoking in your bunk bed or dancing in the kitchen. I have many good memories from childhood….and some not so good, as most of us do. Your story makes me think of my dad, who has always loved music too. He would get out his reel-to-reels and play The Beatles or The Mamas and the Papas. I attribute my love of music to him.
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    January 18, 2013 at 10:18 pm

    So beautiful – I felt like I was right there with you in every moment. Love this.
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    Shakti Ghosal
    January 19, 2013 at 4:12 am

    An intense personal journey, at once nostalgic and visual. And yes, your attitude and perspective does show through!

    Loved reading it.


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    January 20, 2013 at 12:33 am

    Beautiful composition! I love the vintage photo with the REAL wear marks and folds…so treasured! We had many home-baked cookies as children (my 5 sibs and I)…the old-fashioned ginger cookies, and oatmeal raisin…but wished for the store-bought Oreos and marshmallow filled chocolate ones. Now that I can buy my own, I’d much rather have the ones Mom can no longer bake because she now has Alzheimer’s. Makes those memories all the more precious!
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      My Inner Chick
      January 21, 2013 at 9:16 am

      ahhh, I love this, KarenAnn!

      So sorry about your mother. Thank goodness for ginger cookies and beautiful memories. Xx
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    Corinne Rodrigues
    January 20, 2013 at 1:10 am

    Now I see where Kay and you got your beauty from – not just on the outside – but deep within, Kim.

    My favorite childhood memory involves sitting under a shady tree reading and eating fresh green tamarind with salt……..Mmmm.. you brought the beautiful memory back! ♥
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    January 20, 2013 at 12:16 pm

    You have such a way with words my friend. Love it. Fixing the car with my grandpa. We worked for hours, not saying much along the way…
    I am sorry bout troubles you have had. I rescued you from my spam, wonder why you ended up there in the first place??!
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    January 20, 2013 at 12:37 pm

    Like you, scents from the kitchen are strong for me, tied with music. My childhood home there was always music and food, food and music, people coming and going, dancing and laughing. Strong and evocative post, Kim. You’ve stirred up good memories. Thank you for this..
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    January 20, 2013 at 12:38 pm

    (and sorry for being absent – I was deathly ill and then I traveling) hugs and thanks for stopping by, always.
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    Kelly @ Inspired Edibles
    January 20, 2013 at 5:44 pm

    Cinnamon, brown sugar, vanilla, lemon… Oh my. A childhood filled with the aroma of love.

    If you can believe it, we were given the choice between an apple or an orange every night for dessert! (In my adult mind, not such a bad thing ;-)).

    Family of 12, you know… mom didn’t bake – lol.

    Smooches to you Kim! xo.
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      My Inner Chick
      January 21, 2013 at 9:19 am

      Apple & Orange!

      this is the reason you bake and cook so healthy now, sweet Kelly.

      Sending you love and warmth from ME!

      it is 50 below in MN. Xxx
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    January 20, 2013 at 6:33 pm

    Saturday mornings in small town Ohio. We used to clean the house on Saturday mornings. My mom would play Neil Diamond and Barry Manilow on the record player. We’d dance, sing, and clean.
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    Wild Child Mama
    January 20, 2013 at 9:51 pm

    I LOVE this post!! LOVE IT!
    I come from Mr. Sandman playing on an LP, Dolly Parton and Oh RUUUUUBY, Take your love to town.
    I come from rough street and suburban grind and tarot cards and incense to Jesus and my bible:) I come from sweating to the oldies and Tae Bo to the gym pumping serious iron.
    I come from tattoo shops and adorable scribbles done by my kiddos and oil painting left by my dad that talk of divorce and wine.
    I come from a new life, reborn into Christ, excited, empowered and armed to fight for freedom.
    and I come from honesty and love and appreciation for your powerful voice!
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      My Inner Chick
      January 21, 2013 at 9:23 am

      ***I come from rough street and suburban grind and tarot cards and incense to Jesus and my bible:) **

      you rock sooo bad, Mama. Xxx WOW.
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    Beverly Diehl
    January 21, 2013 at 6:18 pm

    Every mother is a goddess, but yours, especially so.

    Our family makes ginger (spice cookies) as a tradition. I well remember my pride when I was old enough to “help” my mother, to roll the little brown balls in the sugar that would leave their cracked, tan faces glistening with sweetness. Getting to eat a few of them, warm from the oven, dipped in milk, oh, such goodness!

    I always see my mom in the aprons, the big gingham or flowery aprons with the ruffles.

    Once, getting up to pee, and finding my mom and dad in the living room with the lights off, dancing by the streetlight coming in through the big picture window, to Frank Sinatra or Sergio Mendes and Brasil 66.
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 22, 2013 at 8:21 am

      Beverly, YOU MUST write a blog about your parents,…observing them dancing to Frank. HOW ROMANTIC.

      I could see the steetlight flickering gold from the picture window. Xxxx

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    January 21, 2013 at 7:26 pm

    Kim, this post enveloped me in its warmth, wrapped me in its sweetness and tantalized me with its delicious aromas! Your writing is so emotive. I love it so much! And when you write about Kay–wow! Simply, wow! I don’t think I’ve ever known someone express so much love for a sister like you. It is so inspiring. Your words must have beautiful Kay smiling all day, every day! Hugs! 🙂

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 22, 2013 at 8:17 am

      i love love love when you visit me, my sweet girl. Xxx kiss for Rox.

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    January 21, 2013 at 7:41 pm

    You baked us a delicious slice of your childhood. I feel as if I transported to your house and spent the afternoon with your family; which is a testament to your lovely writing.
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 22, 2013 at 8:18 am

      so glad you enjoyed the afternoon w/ us. I loved having you over. Xx

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    Jack Milgram
    January 22, 2013 at 12:12 am

    Hi Kim,
    I loved your childhood memories… cinnamon, brown sugar, and vanilla sound soo tasty.
    My favorite childhood memory is visiting my grandparens who lived in the countryside. Sunbathing in the meadow full of wild flowers and playing hide and seek in the garden. Ah… thanks for bringing these memories to my adult mind
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 22, 2013 at 8:22 am

      How lovely, Jack.

      I smell the wildflowers. I see you hiding in the garden! Xx

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    Impulsive Addict
    January 29, 2013 at 8:54 pm

    Holy Hell. It took me 10 minutes to scroll down here to leave a comment! Miss Popular!

    I love the way you write. It’s beautiful. And the first part of it made me really hungry for something sweet. I may need to bake tonight. I’m trying to lose weight. If I gain, it will be YOUR fault.

    Favorite memory? Oh so many! How do I pick just 1 or 2? I loved spending time with my Grandpa on his farm. We herded the cattle, we fed them, we rode the horses…and it was just ME. I was the only grandchild for 6 years. I loved soaking up all the attention. My grandpa and I always had a very special bond that I miss oh so much.

    Been missing you! I’m so glad I got to stop by for a visit and thanks for linking up!
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