Tag Archives: Etsy
Susan was stunned to have met her mother. After all these years! And it turned out she knew her mother and found her abrasive. Susan put her mind to a clean-out and tried to understand. She scrubbed furiously. Vesta was her mother. … Continue reading
Velma had had enough drama. Time to get back to the library. Where all questions had answers. All things had a place. She would … Continue reading
The table was set. She’d said she had some news. Susan looked for Velma. The baby crawled in the grass nearby. After this picnic everything would be changed. … Continue reading
Sweet friend had decorated. “I don’t know when your birthday is!” She handed Velma a gift. Velma opened it hotfaced. “You taught me that a woman’s home is her castle.” Tears. Smiles. Hugs.
She didn’t know what to expect. She wore her power suit. In it, she was unflappable. His face held 25 years of emotion. Susan was his last, best gift from Vesta. Love sustained. Vesta wept. Finally.
He was very good to her. It was his birthday. She got her gifts together and tucked cash in the card. Scarlett took care of her service providers.
Feed, change, nap, wake, play, feed, walk, change, nap, feed… Years as a dancer, working on the road. Now this. Routine. Fixity. So happy!