Ever since I met artist Makoto Fujimura I’ve been longing for “rivers of gold" to fill the cracks in my life that formed when my six-year-old granddaughter Lydia died. She left us a year ago after a mysterious seizure, and I still ache as I recall her dimpled grin.
Chew on these seasoned bits of life for a little hope and humor along your highway.
JOIN ME ~ I’ll send brief, occasional posts to lighten your backpack. We're on this journey together.
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