I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Inuit had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
I’ll bet you wouldn’t even miss me if I died, she said. Depends on if you’d been grumpy in those final days, I said & she tried to look sad but I saw the smile anyway.
1st Story (on all versions): My mother always told me to finish what I started, but she had no idea of some of the people I’d be dealing with. 2nd Story (only on sculpture with block) called Obvious Mistake: Some of the stuff I learned early on was useful, she told me, but most of … [Read More]