written:  August 23, 2007, after reading April Pulley Sayre’s Stars Beneath Your Bed:   The Surprising Story of Dust.  Rocks.  I used to not notice them.  And if I’m honest, which I am (especially in my writer’s notebook), I still don’t notice them.  My grandma does, though.  And Tammy.  And my brother.  (In fact, right now … Continue reading ruth’s wn entry: rocks.