Wednesday, July 13, 2011

And then we went to the cemetery

. . . to say hello to our dead. So my mom points at a tombstone and goes, "He was my really good friend. He used to tell me that I had horse legs."

And that's how they do really good friendship in my mother's homeland.


radagast said...

So, you come from centaur stock? Way cool.

Lisa B. said...

man. is there a novel already written about your mom's hometown? because by golly there should be. don't you basically have a draft written already, with these posts?

Louise Plummer said...

I agree with Lisa--you have a ton of novel notes in this blog alone.