I think about what she said, more often, these days. I’m talkin’ about what my Grandmother said, as I sat on her front porch snapping green beans with her. It was during a couple of years when my brother and I lived with our Dad’s parents while he worked on setting up a new home life. Dad and Mom divorced … The rest of the story…
I guess it’s not for everyone. In fact, amazingly enough, most people don’t want it and don’t even wanna talk about it. But the promise of living forever sounds mighty appealing to me. I can barely imagine not having that hope. Not having the security that hope provides. And I have a vivid imagination. But, obviously, it’s not for everyone. … The rest of the story…
This is the third day, in three years, that she’s not here. And she’s not coming back. And I certainly don’t blame her. Because why would she even want to? OK, I’ll clear up the third day reference. And instead of sounding vague and secretive, I’ll just share the short story of her life that I shared a couple of … The rest of the story…