Her People

I’m a foreigner, though, I call her grandma. I sit with her, feed her, hold her hand, calm her, take walks with her, and used to care for her. But, my face will never be familiar and though my presence may be enough, it will never fully be comforting. She wants you, her people. You,…

Numbered Days

Our days are numbered from the time we are conceived. At some point we all will be called to the feet of Jesus and judged by our works. We will be either placed in heaven or thrown in hell. I imagine you are still asking the same questions you peppered me with this morning. “Where…

Recipe Hide-n-Seek

It’s a late morning. My grandmother and I are sitting in the living room with cookbooks and recipe cards up to our elbows, frantically searching. With Thanksgiving only days away, we are finalizing the menu and making a list for needed items. However, there is a snag in the plan. The ancient recipe for bread…

Bridging Memory

Though it’s only been one of two nights here, I have forgotten where I am. My eyes squint awake trying to make out objects in the darkness, where only a slit of light occupies the space. My body has registered awake, as my mind toggles in between dream and reality. Softness and warmth sandwich me, luring…