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Bena Mae's Kitchen: To see ourselves as others see us

One of life’s greatest embarrassments is running into someone you went to school with and fail to recognize when you meet up with them many years later. It’s funny, they remember you but you don’t remember them.

Bena Mae's Kitchen: A memory of WWII in Europe

As the 70th anniversary of the end of WWII in Europe in early May of 1945 is being celebrated, my brain is awash with memories that won’t go away, even after all these years.

Bena Mae's Kitchen: Derby Days

Each year I lend my voice to the hundreds of singing spectators waiting for the horses to come out of the gate.

Bena Mae's Kitchen: How I saved my marriage (and my husband’s life)

One of the hardest things I ever had to do was give up my car keys. But it was time.

Bena Mae's Kitchen: No more washday blues

Ladies of my generation may remember when Monday was Washday, the worst day of the week. It had to be the origin of the term Blue Monday.