Adana Sawtell

A Grandmother's Gift

When I was a little girl, maybe 6 years old, I had a terrible habit. I would doodle in my Dr. Seuss books, on scrap paper, on my jeans, and anywhere there was a surface that ink or crayon would stick to. Since my mom was always working, my poor grandparents would have to handle the ensuing mess. I love them all dearly, but my grandma was the one who finally managed to slow down and focus my frantic artsy energy.