It started as a joke, like all great traditions. Kenny gave me the pet rock the summer of my twelfth birthday. It’s not a real trademarked one like Shauna Brayer had. It’s better. Kenny made it himself from a rock he found at his parents’ cottage. The googly eyes came Read more…
Oh words, you’ve done it again, letting me go blithely on my way believing I knew what was what. Silly me. The beauty of words is that they have specific meanings. Yes sometimes different words can mean the same thing but they each have their own unique identity. Planning and Read more…
It’s the only peace she gets now. A few minutes at the new cafe when she walks down the hill for Momma’s daily paper. Momma still refuses to let them deliver it to the house even though the Baylor boy has long since given up the route. Even his son Read more…