Calling My Yaya

Originally posted on Pagan Bloggers. Today is my Yaya’s birthday. She would have been 85 today. On the ancestor altar, she is represented by a tiny set of ceramic cats she let me have years ago. I’ve written about her in bits and pieces. She took care of me as a small kid when myRead more

Going Left

“In a quarter mile, turn left onto Blakely Street,” Google Maps’ narrator instructed. My grandparents’ house is to the right. I was there only an hour before, saying my goodbyes before meeting my parents and sister for lunch. My spouse and I were headed back to the airport in our rental car, toddler chirping inRead more