My mother, I’ve been told, loved to plant things and watch them grow. While she was still pregnant with me she planted a Bridal Veil bush along side Gram’s house. My mother did not live to see the bush, or me, grow. But grow we each did; neither of us giving much thought to the other until we met one sunny Saturday when I was six years old.
The story of our encounter can be read in it’s entirety by clicking here: The Grownups Wanted Us Dead.