Kindness was probably the biggest similarity between my grandma and my mother. Just behind that, they shared a mixing of metaphors, or the complete fabrication thereof. When Grandma Elsie would start a sentence with “You know what they say…” I would have to laugh because the truth was, no one else really ever said it. As she put the bag of toasted marshmallows in her shopping cart, and then threw in a second, she finished the sentence with, “A bird on the shoulder…” and I waited, and waited, finally I finished the sentence, “is worth two in the cart?” “Exactly,” she nodded. Maybe it was her smile, or all that certainty she carried in her jiggly steps, but it seemed to make sense to me. She would open one bag and have it almost eaten by the time we reached the counter, because we had a lot to do when we got home, she explained, to which I quoted my mother, “You’re as busy as a squirrel.” We both nodded with marshmallows poking from our cheeks.
I can get caught up in the semantics of life. I suppose we all want to be right. But more so than that, I often find myself just wanting to jiggle.
I am an author and an artist, originally from the US, now living, loving and creating in the south of France.
I show my fine art throught the US and Europe, and sell my books, art and images throughout the world.
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