My Photo

counts


« juxtaposition | Main | the sound of a preposition »

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Comments

Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.

tanita

Oh... wow.
It's not often that you remember something like that. I distinctly remember the last time I sat on my mother's lap (she's yet alive, at any point I could crash onto her lap again, but we're not really like that) - I was getting too big, in the fifth grade, but I was ill, so she rocked me for a bit. I remember the chair, the shabby (not at all chic) chintz -- I remember it.

And, now that I've read this, I think it's a gift.

maria

Talk about pulling heart strings! Wow...sweet, bitter sweet.

Verify your Comment

Previewing your Comment

This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.

Working...
Your comment could not be posted. Error type:
Your comment has been posted. Post another comment

The letters and numbers you entered did not match the image. Please try again.

As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.

Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.

Working...

Post a comment

Your Information

(Name is required. Email address will not be displayed with the comment.)