Grandma used to snack on sweet onions she kept in her purse,alongside society’s disposables—napkins, bread-bag ties,safety pins she turned into jewelry, or magazine picturesshe framed with bits of lace that I’d hang on my wall,next to the rock-band posters, back in the days when I thought success was measured in… MendingRead more
~ Reflections on place, loss, and the wild beneath our skies and skin—the understory, the mulch, and the grief and bliss of living in these times. ~
