Writing as Sydney Hope Archer
I Know a Karen or Two
Better or worse, Karen is more than a name.
Speaking of Mom
When your mama is the best cook and you know it. And so does everyone else.
Embracing Coffee at Arm’s Length
I come from a family of coffee drinkers. We lived on a dairy farm, and my folks both worked at the factory in town. This meant Mama got up at 4 a.m. and put the coffee on. I suppose that
Starting Over. Again.
Nothing is permanent, and everyone must start over sometimes.