Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Garage

Mary looked up from her tea, the deep grooves in her face representing the wisdom her 7 boys had imparted on her over the last 25 years. "Boys will be boys," she said, a self-satisfied smile spreading. I shuddered, hating the saying and recognizing the ounce of truth it held. My foot began to tap, filling in the missing beats for my son's newly formed garage band.

*** Daily Writing Practice ***

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