You were all comedy, you know — a five-foot, 170-pound woman heading our way on stumpy legs, eating figs. You were glorious and proud, tragic, dramatic, and overblown, assertive as they come. You were going somewhere. Your holy mission was to arrive, and to make your presence known.
“Letter to My Grandmother,” a prose piece and favorite of mine from Songs and Letters, is now the featured excerpt on my Archive page.
My grandmother, from the first page of one of my uncle’s photo albums.
He took the picture. That’s his writing underneath.
My uncle at the old home place with one of his many hot rods
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