Stay Thirsty
Growing up there were always chocolate bunnies on Easter and not the hollow ones that would seem so forlorn and empty when with one gleeful chomp we amputated the ears. We had solid chocolate! My mom was a child of the depression. She had known leanness, hollowness in oh so many ways and was determined that my sister, brother and I would know only fatness and solidness-the substance and not just the shadow. My mom has been dead for nearly 4 years now, and she would be sad
