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.
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3 comments:

  1. radagastJuly 13, 2011 at 3:17 PM

    So, you come from centaur stock? Way cool.

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  2. Lisa B.July 13, 2011 at 3:38 PM

    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?

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  3. Louise PlummerJuly 14, 2011 at 1:11 AM

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

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