When I was a child, my dad use to make buttery rich, milk based oyster stew filled with cracked pepper to eat after he and I watched storms together. And we’d fill the bowl with the round tiny oysterette crackers. Mom hated it. She is not an oyster person.

We haven’t had oyster stew since before I married.

Tonight, a storm is passing by.

So I made Dad some.

Published by Lisa Cole

Lisa Cole is a freelance writer and social media specialist skilled in non-profit marketing and grass roots advertising. This mother of four weaves humor, emotion and depth into stories about parenthood and life in the American South.

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