Okay, I just tried to sit down and go through my cookbooks to see what I could toss. An effort in nostalgic futility! I mean, even if I could manage to clean out one shelf, what else would go there in its place? Hubby's junk? Forget it. Some of these cookbooks are ancient. Maybe if my niece ever comes to visit, I'll let her take a browse and see if anything interests her. But for now, I've put them all back where they belong and they're staying put!

MA, your poem affirms my decision! I swear I can see the thumbprints of Mom and precious aunts, and can hear the squeals of delight as those pages leapt to life around tables long-since gone.
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When you don't like a thing, change it.
If you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

(Maya Angelou)