When I was a little girl my mother and her sisters used to sit around our kitchen table and talk for hours. It was the soft Cape Breton lilt of their voices that drew me in from my play to sit and listen. Those days have long since passed and now the kitchen table where young and old gather belongs to me in my home in Indiana.
I feel the vibe of a kitchen table here as well. So sit. Sip a cup of tea or pour yourself a wee dram. Comments are welcome and encouraged.
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