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When it comes to Christmas, I’ve never gone all out like they do in the movies.

Commercially, the Christmas focus is on selecting the perfect gift for every family member, but I don’t have the female shopping gene. I have trouble deciding what to buy for myself, let alone others. Thank goodness our grandchildren are finally old enough to appreciate the gift of cash.

Cooking a full-blown, home-cooked Christmas dinner for the extended family isn’t my thing either, even though I did it for many years. And honestly, I don’t remember the last time I made Christmas cookies.

When it…


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I’ve had my share of summer vacations. I’ve even written about them, but there’s one that stands out among all the rest — the time my husband was spotted allegedly throwing drugs off the Clay’s Ferry Bridge over the Kentucky River.

The weather was clear and sunny when we left Gatlinburg, Tennessee to head home after our five-day vacation. My two oldest children were unable to go with us, so it was just my teenage daughter, her friend, my husband Ron, and me in our trusty blue Jeep Cherokee heading back to the Midwest.

As we left the Great Smokey…


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In 2010 I was asked to be a Mother’s Day speaker. My children were grown and gone with children of their own so I wrote a ten-minute talk about my three rules for “Mothering, not Smothering”.

  1. Have a sense of humor when raising children. Without it, you’ll go down — fast!
  2. Wrap your teenagers in a positive bubble, then release it and trust they’ll be okay. If not, you’ll never get any sleep.
  3. Don’t give advice to your adult children, especially about marriage or raising children.

I let the talk simmer for a few days. When I read it again…


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The two women stood in the church foyer nose to nose, arguing over the color of foil surrounding the Easter lily pots.

It didn’t matter to them that it was Easter Sunday, that the church was packed to overflowing or that every member had turned to watch the commotion behind them.

“You told me the foil should be purple,” exploded the soprano when she noticed that hers was the only Easter lily in the front of the sanctuary NOT nestled in white.

“I told you white,” insisted the alto.

“You told me Purple!”

“White!”

“Purple!”

The last remaining choir members…


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Something I’m eating is making me sick.
It clogs my nose. My throat gets thick.
Could it be ice cream, milk, and cheese?
Does dairy create my wheeze and sneeze?

Something I’m eating is stopping me up.
My innards are blocked in a poop pileup.
Could it be chocolate, creamy and sweet?
I hope it’s not chocolate I should not eat!

Something I’m eating is making me bloat.
Could it be food with a high fructose coat?
Candy bars, soft drinks, cereal and such –
I think I’m bingeing on way too much!

Something I’m eating is keeping me plump…


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Photograph by Gayellen Kick

I tossed the circle of string into the air where it snagged on the left hook of the coat rack in my bedroom, like a pair of panties flung during a passionate movie scene.

The string fling was an experiential writing class prompt to inspire a personal story about one’s life; toss the string and tell a story about what it lands on, the shape of it, or the exercise experience.

My first thought was passion and panties. Could I write about that? Sadly, the only airtime my undies saw was when I hurled them into the clothes hamper. …


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When I woke up on Thanksgiving Day Mom had been in the kitchen since the crack of dawn, fussing over the Butterball Turkey for its noon debut on our dining room table.

Dad had just returned from picking up Grandma. My older sister Melody (14) was sitting at her vanity table trying to style her hair after substituting frozen orange juice cans for hair curlers. My contagious sister Julie (6), her neck swollen with the mumps, was on the sofa watching a Thanksgiving Day Parade. I was 12, hiding out in my bedroom, wrestling with a big secret.

The plan…


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The first year Ron and I were dating he gave me a 973-page book for Christmas, The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. Any other woman would have thrown it at his head. Lucky for him I’d rather read than be frosted with diamonds.

Regardless of the fact that it was an over-sized, hard cover volume heavier than my bowling ball and took over a month to finish, it was an excellent read. …


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It was not our intention to spy on our daughter and her friends. Honest! It was a fluke. A chance coincidence. A July 4th opportunity we couldn’t pass up!

We were sitting in our Jeep in the driveway after returning from our local 4th of July fireworks when Karen’s boyfriend parked his Bronco in front of our house. Karen, her girlfriend, the boyfriend and his male cousin piled out of the vehicle and congregated around our front porch.

We watched in silence for a few minutes, thinking they would eventually go into the house, but the weather, a comfortable 80…

Gaye Kick

Writer of humorous, relatable, personal experience anecdotes and poetry. Who doesn’t need a good laugh? www.gayellenkick.com

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