“Driving down Interstate 35 we were talking about how fast our lives were passing by, you started sharing your favorite memory, about when you were a little girl, 6 or 7 years old, you were sitting in your grandmother’s lap, on her front porch, she was singing to you while she braided your hair, you said she was wearing her favorite blue gingham dress and that she always smelled like Ivory soap and that you remembered the sound of the porch boards creaking under her rocking chair.”
An excerpt from “Love Takes Over”
a book by Scott Lockhart