Month: July 2012

Flushed Away

I have always been jealous of those moms. You know the moms I’m referring to. The ones that when their child throws flour all over the kitchen or spills a drink three times at one meal; she smiles lovingly, smooths a loose strand of hair behind her ear and laughs calmly at her “sweet, precious Read More

Honey

The smell of Jimmy Dean sausage is filling up the red brick house with white shutters on 106 16th Street in Hereford, Texas. She sets my orange juice in front of me and lovingly squeezes my shoulder. It is in my favorite glass, the one I request every time I stay with her. Yellow farm Read More