The woman was a weaver;
I didn’t know her name.
But then at only 5 years old,
The fascination came.
She sat up straight and sturdy, 85 more words
I always forgot that the bump was coming. The little humpback bridge on the road to The Wharf. The one that sent your stomach into your throat, that had my sister and I whooping in the back of the car, small hands clutching the seats, convinced we had momentarily left the ground. 237 more words