My sister happened upon Gaiman’s Neverwhere completely by chance during a late night trip to Wal-Mart. This must have been sometime in the mid-90’s. After reading it, she brought it to me with a starry-eyed “You must read this!”
Ever weary of her book recommendations, I accepted it with precaution.
I have hungrily devoured every morsel of his writing ever since.
Sometimes, it seems, Wal-Mart is actually useful.
Between the ages of 5 and 8, I spent most of my time at my Grandma Cooper’s house. More accurately, I spent most of my time in her garden. We picked berries, uprooted carrots, checked tomatoes for the perfect ripeness. Afterward, we’d bake berry cobbler or she’d boil collard greens for dinner.
Each spring, when the seeds and pots and planters start popping up at all the local stores, I think, I really need to start a garden, just like Grandma Cooper.
Are never to be trusted.
The other day I spotted a jar of Bread & Butter pickles at the store. I let out a huge whoop of excitement and rushed over to show my husband.
“Look,” I yelled, “these are the most wonderful pickles on the face of the planet! We must have these pickles!”
There may have been a dance to celebrate said pickles.
Later, while eating my treasured pickles, I turned to him and mentioned that I loved them so much because they tasted just like the pickles my Grandma Cooper used to make.
“I figured,” he said, smiling. “Any time you have a favorite, it has something to do with her.”
GREEN LIGHT, STALE
Every. single. time. I approach a green light my mind yells, “STALE GREEN LIGHT! BEWARE!”
This is the only thing I remember from my 10th Grade driver’s ed course.