Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Just a Little Advice
It's probably not good for old Deadheads (like me) to use "Ripple" as a ringtone While I'm standing there head cocked to the side goofy grin on my face lost in memories My daughter is yelling, "Mom, it's not a flashback! Answer your damn phone"