It was a long climb out of the soil. She counted off whole continents as she lifted each foot, imagined her dark years falling away like husks. Soon she could feel objects come to life in her hand, the peel of banana, a lightly waxed pepper, she accepted these into her home,. placed them in…

I am sad as my Farmor passed this week, she was 102 & the matriarch of my family. She taught me how to fish for trout in the mountains north of her house. How to hike in the mountains, what to look for & how to figure out where you are. Hence, I am okay…