Motherwell Magazine – “Dumb Little Dish”

Just a little announcement:

I’m excited to let you know I have an essay appearing in Motherwell Magazine!

Motherwell is an online publication that tells all sides of the parenting story, with original content on family life, culture, obstacles and the process of overcoming them. 

Below is the link to my piece on their Facebook page. If you like, please comment there just below the essay.

We love the feedback!

Thanks again to all those who’ve asked what I’ve been up to lately. Blogging continues to be great fun and has proven to be an exciting pathway to opportunities such as this. Exciting!

Stuart M. Perkins



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39 responses to “Motherwell Magazine – “Dumb Little Dish”

  1. Your stories always seem to reach out and tug at my heart strings!

  2. Karen

    Way to go my dear, so proud of you! Be well

  3. It’s the dumb little things that reach out when we are not looking and hold our sweet memories. They also hold our heartstrings. You have reminded me of some dumb little things that are treasures.

  4. What a wonderful memory & a tribute to your kids growing up. It’s amazing how one small inanimate object can hold so many memories & absorb the feelings of a family. I guess that’s why I seldom throw anything away. That’s how we become Memory Hoarders …

  5. Love this story. It could be, in part, why I have so much stuff!

  6. I love how sentimental you are and how you treasure the memories. I think I’ve mentioned the weird sculpture I have that I named Jimmy Durante, because its squished face reminds me of that man. Neither my son nor my Mom claim ownership of making it, so its creator remains anonymous…but I save it. My son has no regard for the stuff I’ve saved from my Mom, my brother and my Grandmother or my stuff so I’m sure he will just trash it all.

    I have lace up ankle boots my Mom bought me in 1988. I’ve resoled them, had them stitched up, on and on as I hold on to them and still wear them. Every time I think of looking for a replacement I realize that even when I do find such shoes…..the old boots will still remain with me.

    To me it isn’t about ownership or attachment, it is about the memories ….as you so lovingly and creatively memorialize with your wonderful stories.

    • Don’t give up yet, I bet your son comes around soon! As always, thank you for such thoughtful and fun to read comments! I always appreciate your encouragement!

    • When I was 12 & my sister was 17 our mom had a pair of shoes we both borrowed. Sometimes we’d want to wear them at the same time & we’d get in awful fights. My mom solved the problem by relinquishing ownership of the shoes & gave each of us one of them. Then we had to “negotiate” with each other when we wanted to wear the shoes. That was close to 50 years ago.

      A few years ago I found my one shoe my mom gave me in the bottom of a closet … forgotten. I called my sister & she laughed & laughed. She said she still “owned” one, too.

      My sister died 5 years ago with Parkinson’s. I wish I’d thought to ask her daughter or son if they ran across a dated black shoe that had no mate. I’m betting Gail still had it.

  7. Congratulations! I will go to that link and read your article right now! I am excited for you, {{{Stuart}}} ❤

  8. Aww, what a sweet story. Yes, I remember having a similar set that I got through coupons at the grocery store. Such lovely memories. Congrats on your submission being published.

  9. Wonderful details of memories that colored your family’s life. Love the ending!

  10. Great again Stuart.
    So strange that the inanimate holds so much of life. I was a high school teacher and coach. When I was in an empty gym or classroom I’d just sit and absorb the comforting energy of the room. A building is but brick and mortar. But it’s life is given by those who inhabit it. Whether a win or loss in a gym or classroom. The excitement of a great victory of athletic or academic effort provides a lasting memory that affirms not only existence but a meaningful one. One that warms the heart and makes pure the soul. All fulfills the purpose of life itself. For without goals to seek, life is absurd. In that even a dirty weathered plate is not without character or worth.

  11. You had me at “dumb little dish”. I knew it would be good.

  12. A wonderful story. I have lost count of how many times I have tossed something only to rescue it because of the memories alone being more valuable than the item.

  13. scumlikeuschurch

    God bless and thanks for dropping by

  14. Congratulations. I don’t have Facebook, but the party of the story I read hear held my attention.

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