Snips & Snails & Cautionary Tales
Little boys are made of snips & snails & puppy dog tales. Old boys are made of leather-bound aches & a myriad of mistakes (attended, one hopes, by the merciful touch of grace). With my own Best Beloved in the crook of my arm, adventures were read aloud, and whole worlds were pulled from the ether. My children have grown beyond my elbow niche and spoken stories. Still the storyteller remains, and though the clay is static, it retains the cadence of a nursery rhyme.
