In the year my mom ran away, she learned to make stars. Even after my siblings and I entered her life, she still remembered how. These stars, borne of her story, continue to shine.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

3 comments:

troysworktable said...

This sounds like a writing prompt, for you, and perhaps others.

Beauty and skill out of what I initially perceive as a turbulent and trying time. But isn't that how it usually is?

Laura said...

The trick, I suppose, is learning to be open and present when every atom of your being is screaming, though it doesn't always appear to be a viable option.

Miss Heather said...

I agree with Troy. Sounds like a great opening line...perhaps to a children's book...