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Short Fiction – My Mother's Attic
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. In “Waiting,” originally published in Issue 22 of the. I hope I haven’t scared you off! Though dark, I like to think this story is at times funny, too, and touched with hope. Don’t it make my brown eyes, don’t it make my brown eyes. Over and over, the chorus runs circles through her mind. Somebody punch a button, CD’s stuck. Don’t it make my brown eyes, brown eyes, brown. Then, not eyes but. Dr Brown, Dr. Brow, Dr. Brau. Dr Brauer, please report to Room Two.
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Stardust Memories – My Mother's Attic
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. February 13, 2015. February 13, 2015. By Martha Mattingly Payne. My father in his Army Dress, circa 1943. Meet my father–orphan, teetotaler, puller-up of bootstraps. WWII Veteran, Laundromat owner, Roman Catholic, one-eyed tennis ace. Successful man of business, devotee of Big Band music, swing dancer, and apparently, a closet romantic. My Parents’ Wartime Correspondence. In case you didn’t know–I’m in love with you, Young Lady! But gushing with love? I can ...
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My Mother's Attic – Page 2 – Uncovering the Woman Within, One Toothpick at a Time
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. August 30, 2015. August 31, 2015. By Martha Mattingly Payne. Fun at the Lake, the Mattingly Brothers, late 1950s. George, Ed, John, and Tom. Westminster Men’s A Capella Retreat, 2015-16, at Tate Mountain, Georgia. The brothers a little older. ROTC Ed at left. All students at the Marist School, Atlanta, the others would follow his lead. Why do we cling so tightly to images, both recent and long past? Maybe I’m full of baloney! Tags Brothers and Sisters. 8221;...
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IMG_4253 – Balanced On the Edge
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Balanced On the Edge. The view from my precarious perch. About Balanced on the Edge. February 9, 2015. At 2448 × 3264. In Pilgrimage, From Kennesaw Mountain to Santiago de Compostelas. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Poets ...
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Odds and Ends, Mostly Odds – My Mother's Attic
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. Odds and Ends, Mostly Odds. February 7, 2015. February 9, 2015. By Martha Mattingly Payne. Egg carton top, saved in paper sack labelled “Nice picture.”. Woolf was a particular favorite) and chuckling at our labors. It is. 8220;Travel Cosmetics”. Because who knows when one might be inspired to fetch down such a treasure for return. It might have gained value! The lady preferred Hanes. With four boys in the house, there were lots of sports being played. Mo...
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About – My Mother's Attic
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. Welcome to the Attic! Many thanks for visiting my blog. My name is Martha Mattingly Payne. I’m a writer, a wife, a mother of four. As of October, 2014, I’m also an orphan, in the strictest sense of the word. I find that being alive without a parent changes your perspective. I feel more like a. And a couple of poems in the. The Reach of Song. For a taste of my short story style, visit my. Page) I’m currently shopping a novel,. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir,.
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Family Guy – My Mother's Attic
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. June 20, 2015. June 20, 2015. By Martha Mattingly Payne. My father as photo-bomber, with my mother and my niece “Labba Lee,” circa 1980. Consider his favorite means of waking me on high school mornings: As I lay curled in the last luscious moments of teenaged dreamland, he would poke me between the ribs and say the word, “asamunigots! But “asamunigots”? What does that even mean? Dad on a bad swimsuit day, long before he became a dad. Circa 1935? 8221; I̵...
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Whistling Warden – My Mother's Attic
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. February 22, 2015. February 22, 2015. By Martha Mattingly Payne. Rosie the Riveter got nothing on this chick. It’s the person who raised you. My father’s WWII ID card, December, 1944. He’d jumped from Private to 2nd Lieutenant by then. Pretty sure mom was a career Air Warden, and glad of it. An Air Raid Warden? And my heart tilts down the stairs to the den, where Mom ought to be perched in her favorite chair, enjoying her meatloaf and Chardonnay. If only we&...
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Family Guy – My Mother's Attic
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. June 20, 2015. June 20, 2015. By Martha Mattingly Payne. My father as photo-bomber, with my mother and my niece “Labba Lee,” circa 1980. Consider his favorite means of waking me on high school mornings: As I lay curled in the last luscious moments of teenaged dreamland, he would poke me between the ribs and say the word, “asamunigots! But “asamunigots”? What does that even mean? Dad on a bad swimsuit day, long before he became a dad. Circa 1935? 8221; I̵...
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Stardust Memories, Part II – My Mother's Attic
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My Mother's Attic. A Mother’s All-Star Memoir. Stardust Memories, Part II. February 14, 2015. February 15, 2015. By Martha Mattingly Payne. From Mom, a week pre-wedding–“I begin to wonder if I am going to disappoint you. But then all at once I think about our love ”. 4:20 PM, November 8. Where can that man be says my efficient grandmother, her small heavy shoes creating a racket on the wood floor. I’ve half a mind to send George (my grandfather) out after him. Driving a family car? By leaving behind thes...