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Mary L. Tabor By maryltabor Completed

An essay in memory of my mother. This story appears in The Woman Who Never Cooked: Collected Short Stories, Mid-List Press, winner Mid-List Press First Series Award. Revealed here is that this story is not fiction. The collection includes three pieces that are memoir and that I don't identify as such. Here's why: If the lines between fiction and memoir were clean and firm, we might simply assert this: The fiction writer may explore his character’s thoughts; the memoirist may explore only his own.  But the line is not clear.

rosaimee rosaimee Jan 06, 2015
How could I miss this. It's a marvelous piece so emotive and heartwarming! It brings the memories from the past in such a magnificent way through great images and descriptions. It reads sweet and rich-and also smells like that.-
tejaswiniaura tejaswiniaura Jan 06, 2015
A beautiful and emotive write....heartwarming. .. ...memories made together with loved ones never fade away...
nellieharrod nellieharrod Nov 08, 2014
That was beautiful. It's not often I read something that brings a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes. It makes me want to make bread at half nine at night...and call my mother.
CaraMel23 CaraMel23 Jun 23, 2014
this was a beautiful story, heart-warming.  The food traditions we keep, handed down from mother's and grandmothers, especially in their secret recipes are the ingredients that keep them alive in our memories when they are no longer here.  Thanks for sharing this lovely memory.  voted. :)Cara
joy_reid joy_reid May 08, 2014
Returned to re-read your piece today. Incredibly moving. Thank you for posting it.
stripey stripey May 06, 2014
What a beautiful story,it shows so much love and affection within a family,voted