Posted on October 26, 2007
Just before I slipped into the operating room for my D & C, my Mama caught my arm and whispered, If you're scared chiquita sing a song. Think of your song right now and sing it loudly.Under a fiery Autumn sun, I couldn't get that song out of my head as we planted the tree that my dear hermana Bgirl gave us in memoriam, a plant she chose especially because it blooms in the dead of winter even when the ground is hard, cold and unforgiving.
There is something beautiful about this kind of resilience, the notion that this tender creature can thrive under the harshest of conditions. Read more...
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