growing up

a grandmother’s blessing

“Grandma, where are you?” A bit flustered and slightly more concerned, I entered Fairmount Cemetery all the more clueless. I tend to do this – if I don’t know where I am going, rest assured, I’ll figure it out. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. Per my father’s advice, I did try and go to […]

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Mr. Washington’s Fingerprints

Pink magnolia accents the humbly grey sky; rivers thicken with green shrubbery; farmland fallows as a new harvest awaits. With wandering anticipation I stare out the window smug because I’d been accepted, embarrassed, because our overbearing tour bus seemed to interrupt the holiness of Mt. Vernon. George – Mr. Washington, I mean – is the […]

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