Juanita McCracken Cornelison

I’ve spent many hours trying to come up with a sensitive tribute to my mother that would give everyone an insight into the essence that was Juanita McCracken Cornelison. So far I have been miserably unsuccessful.

All I have been able to create is an over-sized document that is a delightful tribute to random hyperbole, ennui-infested thought, poor grammar, cliché metaphors and just-plain-old-shoddy writing.

Bad writing! Bad writing!

I’d send myself to bed without dessert, but I know me. I’d just get up in the middle of the night, while my conscience was sound asleep, and sneak a piece of cake.

But a picture is worth a thousand words.

Happy 94th Birthday, Mom

I miss you!