"This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven. "
Rick Bragg ![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zx0JZLge4SdFTSFfEgST0YpeKR6Uy6PyVkOrPo-5m_MmpAfB4bg9Z0kqQV7ldqMNw1ZCspnX4cYZBRFdqyvF90xfMhNVbWBkLdff3gToazUFMI-WRfnH3N2Oqupc_tcMgicgfflLxars/w311-h400/ZipAI-1blog.jpg)
I am now a grandmother to ten (yes 10) little new people. It is my pride and joy and I want to keep sketching quickly in my notebook, drawing, or painting them for as long as I live. What a gift they are to me.