It reminds me of an untitled short story I wrote in the late 1980s. I was reading it just this afternoon, and I see in it fragments of my own childhood story and something of my Grandmother in it. It touched my heart so deeply, that it made me cry. So since it's actually one I finished (occasionally I used to finish one), I think I'll give it to my husband Michael for Pegana Press. I've been finding the old snippets and fragments of stories I wrote many years ago, and have decided to bring them out of hiding, and polish them up.
metabolise what we read and it becomes part of us. So I prefer to read things that light up my cells... This is from Tea With Whimsy http://teawithwhimsy.blogspot.com/2012/09/a-craving-for-words.html