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.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
i firmly believe in drug testing for teachers daily and if it comes back negative for god's sake give them some
my capitals and punctuation will not work on my key board so i am forced to be an ee cummings sort of poster now