People get all different things, but I get heart-shaped rocks.
I’ll be going about my day at the ranch, performing my horse and dog chores, happen to look down, and there they are, winking at me and stopping me in my tracks.
It’s as if they’d been shaped and placed there just for me.
If I went looking for heart-shaped rocks, I’d find [...]
Archive for the 'The Grandmothers' Category
Heart-Shaped Rocks.
December 16, 2008
Colorforms Weather.
July 24, 2008
“Who knows that ’tis not life which we call death, And death our life on earth?”
Euripides
These gray, overcast days always remind me of my paternal grandmother. With fans spinning all around me now, as they were back then, and the rain falling intermittently, my grandmother knew best how to keep kids occupied.
It’s a memory I haven’t [...]
