I heard her laugh often. I saw her mean. I watched her love. I learned from her silent action to do for someone else. Always. Always for someone else. She was not of the generation that considered the idea of self-care. I loved the way her wrinkly fingers would wash my lips after we ate [...]
For several weeks now I have been having intense and realistic dreams. Many of them were taking place in my grandmother's home–a space that held the majority of my happy moments growing up. Her home was more my childhood home than my address on file with the school. When I was twelve and went into [...]
Rainy Day in May... 