Tracy S. Morris

Quirky Mysteries, Screwball Fantasy and Sassy History

The Staff of Life

My grandma used to call bread “the staff life.” Despite the fact that we lived on a farm in the Ozarks, she liked to take a few shortcuts. By the time I came along, milk, bread, and chicken came from the grocery store. Maybe store bought bread made it easier to have a few slices […]

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