We raise them to soar.
We trust and we know.
A wobble and shake.
A gasp and a giggle.
Until one day, you remember that you forgot.
Ten years ago this past February, my maternal grandmother passed away. It was one month after…
When you get to be a certain age, you’re allowed to stop giving a damn. There’s no set age for this privilege. It’s not like turning 21 and being able to drink. Generally, it’s a fluid target with some exceptions. One of those is becoming a grandma. When…
~Crossing~
Her laugh from a distance heard vaguely in the near,
Vision of her face reminiscently will appear.
The glory of gold embracing light of the sun,
Shadows disappear as transformation has begun.
Day 4
She loved the swing at her grandparents’ house. It was a huge slab made of polished wood, with a steel chains holding it firmly in place. With every swing backwards, she watched her grandmother cook in the kitchen. Her grandmother, as most grandmothers…
Day 3
Dear Diary,
I pulled up to my Grandma’s house and just cried. I never thought I’d see this place again. I am not sad, but this is the house I grew up in. When I left to Oklahoma 8 years ago, I never wanted to look back. But…