Early in my uni days, when I was struggling to settle into city ways as much as general homesickness, my mother, paraphrasing Dolly Parton, told me, that I am a country girl. Which means I can do anything; I can […]

#04 I 10:18 The soil from my mother’s garden crunches in the hand shells of snails accumulated grit roots as strong and delicate as greying hairs. Ground that welcomes rain and pushes between toes on bare feet leaving marks like […]