DEEP SHIFT
I feel a deep shift. I am hovering somewhere on the far side of the middle; the psychic territory of knowing that my life has more days behind me than in front of me. I am thinking about my generational context, my genetic code. I am focused, for some reason, on the female line. I never knew my mother's grandmother. She was gone before I arrived on the planet. But I knew my grandmother, Mary. At least, for a little while. Here's what I remember... She loved me. She gave me teaspoons of honey when I had a cough (which was ' always ' once I figured that out). We played croquet in the yard. She made clothes for my dolls. She let my sister and I slide down her carpeted stairs on our bottoms. She had a window seat with a flip-up lid and I hid in there. She cooked really yummy food. She loved her daughter who was my mother and...