We moved my mom out of her house this weekend, which was kind of sad. But it was made infinitely less sad by the presence of my sister and her family. Ginny and I laughed as we unloaded box after box of kitchen supplies and discovered lost memories of my dad in each one. Take these crab claw crackers (or whatever they are actually called). To anyone else, you might see these and think, “Crab.” Duh. But my sister and I saw them and remembered my dad cracking pecans with...
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