It Is Time To Tell Temptation To Flee
Savory thoughts of Sunday dinner cloud my mind and if I sit still just long enough and close my eyes tight enough, I can smell sweet potato pie, collard greens and cornbread. The table was filled with food and the kitchen looked like a smorgasbord. It was like this every Sunday after church and people were all over the house eating, laughing, talking, visiting our family. Despite what I told you last time, my parents went to church every Sunday without fail and most of the time at least 2 families came home with us. Every lady wanted to be like my mother and sadly, almost all of them had been with my father. My father was tall, dark and handsome and a charmer that would talk sales people into buying the product that they were selling to him. He was smooth. I see why they all wanted him but my mother was the lucky one who he chose to make his wife.