For whatever reason, there’s only a single picture of Oma Ida and me, a keepsake I’ve always cherished throughout my life. She’s the only grandparent I’ve met in person; all others had long passed on when I was born. My life with her began on a hot summer day when my mother labored to bring … Continue reading Molded after Oma Ida.
Month: January 2023
SLEDGING
Doodling on the icy window pane with my finger, I turn to Mami, “When is he coming? Why is he taking so long?” “Soon, he’s coming soon.” She steps beside me, squeezes my shoulder, and leans closer to the window, “Oh, it’s not snowing that much anymore. That’s good. He’ll soon be here.” Outside, the … Continue reading SLEDGING