When I went to S’s confirmation on Easter of this year, GS and I stopped at a gas station between Albuquerque and Amarillo. It wasn’t Clines Corners, a semi-famous ueber large rest stop full of random trinkets, but a bleak, small, and empty gas station before or after the commercial monstrosity. For the size of the the place, it contained something that made it large with beauty.
Almost all the writing spoke to life transitions, from marriage to death to retirement. I was amazed at the sheer number of women who made the choice to write; writing that was very simple, but honest and emotive at the same time.
I was also amazed that they had a pen so handy. I added my own note of course; but …you won’t see that here.