Pickin’ Wildflowers

Lipstick and Laundry

I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly
I wanna sleep on the hard ground
In the comfort of your arms
On a pillow of bluebonnets
In a blanket made of stars
Lyrics from “Cowboy Take Me Away” by Martha Maguire, Marcus Hummon


Pickin’ Wildflowers

My Grandma Leona was not a classic Depression-era beauty. Her harvest-browned skin and murder of jet-black hair were an arrant contrast to her delicate, shrinking-violet counterparts—cousins and classmates cast in pale, porcelain perfection and white gloves. Grandma’s lanky legs ran faster than the boys’, and she mastered the high jump from a standing position before puberty. Using few words to share her intelligent mind, she set people in their place with Lamott-worthy wit, candor, and random kindness.

On Sundays, she wore a red polka-dot ensemble to church. Grandpa used to reminisce…

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