Dorothy May Staley
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I have been a chef for a little over 22 years, yes back when we had to actually GO to culinary school. I have written all my life and I am excited to hone my skills and make a some great money!
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"It's Okay To Try Again"
It's been 40 years since the last time I went on a date. I was a trim, long-legged 19-year-old with long blonde bouncy curls who loved to laugh. His name was Henry and I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever met. Fast forward and two years later I ended up marrying him and having 5 beautiful children. I wish I could say our love had no downfalls but Henry always made it seem like fun. It was supposed to be forever but forever turned up a little too soon for my liking. That nasty Black Lung Cancer from working in the coal mines finally caught up to him. He fought like a champ though and we got to have 8 extra years past what the doctor said he would live.
By Dorothy May Staley5 years ago in Humans
The Man I once knew
I will not, I just won't. I promised myself time and again I would not fall for the old man's tricks again. Yet here I sit 42 years later holding this small black notebook. Plain in color, void of any excitement but a simple band I knew it had the power to send me down the rabbit hole. The thing is part of me likes the small cramp places because when he told a story oh how the imagination would swell! I knew I would open it, if only to spite him into thinking he was always right. He often was but you could NEVER tell him that. Sorry I am getting ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning.
By Dorothy May Staley5 years ago in Humans
How Ella finally stopped singing the blues.
As is my way on a Sunday morning I turn on a "lil Tisket and a lil Tasket" and get to work. I start by spraying everything down with some lemon water followed by filling a sink full of hot soapy dishwater. It's something about that heat that is just so soothing in the wee hours on the morning. A woman like me though, needs to have a swirl and twirl while I'm doing housework. This is just where my 8 year old fiery, Aries born, inquisitive, double dimpled, half of my heart makes her grand debut. She starts snapping her fingers and spinning around the kitchen singing oh so loudly "A tisket a tasket a brown and yellow basket"... off key of course but you can't tell her nothing. We curtsied and grab hands singing and spinning, laughing the whole time. Her face is flushed red and she is having the time of her life and I remember that feeling inside when I first heard Mrs. Ella Fitzgerald.
By Dorothy May Staley5 years ago in Families
