Grandmother

Aging hands, Aging Souls

The slow aging of our children makes us acutely aware of our own progression of life. Our own mortality.  The slow aging of our very last child creeps the nail ever more definitively towards our coffin.  They learn to crawl, our bodies spread.  They learn to walk, our legs begin to

Loss of a Grandmother

Time nor space nor age nor maturity can provide complete relief from internal losses we have suffered during this human journey. Whether a sudden sniff of faint remembered odor, a sudden shift in the coolness of air, or a certain twang of a familiar country song note hit just right,

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