I have amended an earlier post but as most of you have no reason to re-read my entries, I include it here, as well. While I do aim to write fiction, I don't want to be known as a liar.
To that end, I submit my confession:
I was notified via facebook of an inaccuracy in this post, this morning. I have some great friends (with amazing memories!) who pay attention to what I write here. My own memory is not so good and I do not fact-check my posts well enough. I regret to admit that I have not completely avoided meat for two decades.
I tried. I failed.
Nearly two decades ago, I was working for J. We were working quite late one night and he bought dinner for everyone. I was hungry famished. I was tired. There were no veggie options and I caved. I confess--I ate a turkey sandwich. Nineteen years ago.
As long as I am confessing (and before my family members rat me out) I also ate a bite of kielbasa on Easter. In 2008. My son saw it and has proudly told everyone that I am not a real vegetarian.
I am a fraud.