“Mom! You’ve had the magazine for two weeks and never told me?”
“Honey, I didn’t know. I thought it was just a regular magazine, not the one you are published in. I’ll go and get it right now to look.”
She sets the phone down and I hear her small feet stomp off across the floor followed by yelling curses as piles of papers, dishes and dog treats crash down as she looks for the magazine. Eventually she finds it and the sounds of avalanches transition back to stomping feet towards the phone.
Breathless and agitated my mom says, “Ok, I found it right on top of my mail. (Yeah right mom.) Now let me look for your article.” Pages of the magazine flip, flip, pause so she can lick her finger to get better traction to continue her furious flipping, flip, flip, “Ah!!!! Here it is! The Great Apple Pie Bake. Oh, it looks so nice.”
“Great,” I reply. “Can you bring that when you come to visit me in Vermont next week Mom?”
“Oh, what, I’m reading the article now. Oh your old apron. You used to love that! Can I call you back honey? I can’t concentrate anymore, I’ve got to finish reading this.”
And such went the our conversation regarding my first story published in Country magazine. This week I am celebrating the publication of a fond childhood story in the Oct/Nov issue of Country magazine. It was cut down for edits, so below I’m putting in the original version which to give more context. I hope you enjoy!