One of the things that takes a life time to figure out, I suppose, is how to be with people who are closest to you. Since I believed in Christ, my relationship with my parents improved a great deal. 338 more words
We watch the mirrored walls bounce reflections like echoes, fragments of the scene ricocheting through our vision in pieces. It makes our heads buzz. We fit the pieces together ourselves, making something that’s new, ours.
Our yard is full of snails. Usually I see them (and their nasty homeless cousins, the slugs) and think nasty thoughts about them and how they eat the leaves of my plants, and I’ve been known to toss them to their doom from my second story window planters. 8 more words