by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Some call it faith, some hope. Others simply claim it to be stupidity. I’ve always thought of it as a "vague assurance."
I wouldn’t swear to it, but I suspect this vague assurance first occurred to me when I was a toddler on my mother’s lap. She used to tell me that I was handful… in fact, I could have kept two