Lily
She didn’t do anything more than the least required of her: be warm, be sweet, caper about a bit, and live. Standard.
She didn’t do anything more than the least required of her: be warm, be sweet, caper about a bit, and live. Standard.
Black Lives Matter. And we have to share that truth so that it is our truth. Not a truth caked over by Whiteness, that veneer…
Watching Victory Garden on PBS with her, feeding egg shells and coffee grounds to the compost pile, digging and finding earthworms deep in black loam, working it back into recalcitrant clay, yanking the sharp spindly weeds, trying to step on the shovel to get down deep enough to get the root so it couldn’t come back.