A Love Story
It was the fall of 1987. I was only 8 years old at the time. We had just moved from our Grandparent’s house in Beacon Ave. to a nice little cozy red house in Skyway. We were so excited because it was my family’s first real house. It wasn’t the biggest house in the world but we made it “home”. One great thing about this house was it’s backyard. It was huge. Well,...
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.– Rumi
Mom: (to the tv) What's that guy's name? Rick Springfield?
Mom: Is he related to Bruce?
Me: No. That's Bruce SpringSTEEN not SpringFIELD.
Mom: One time I made a stop because I'm making a left turn. I was waiting for all the cars to pass. Then the car behind me, they honk at me.
Me: ... And how'd that make you feel?
Mom: I want to point my (middle) finger at them.
A New Watch
Me: You want a new watch?
Me: A Guess watch?
Mom: No, not that expensive.
Design is so simple. That is why it is so complicated.– Paul Rand