And because of it, my herstory is forever incomplete and undernourished
Some time ago, a dear friend asked, “If you could spend 24 hours with anyone, who would it be and what would you do?”
Pondering this question has unearthed deep cravings in me that I didn’t even know I had. It seems that I’m famished for connection, family history, and continuity. I suppose I’m greedy because I would want 48 hours: 24 hours with my maternal grandmother and 24 hours with my Dada.