At 3:30am on February 19th, I woke up in a chilly room in northern Ohio thinking about my great-great-great grandparents, their aunts and uncles, their cousins and sisters and friends they might have called family. They braved unforgiving winters in rural Michigan, not far from where I lay next to a clanking radiator, a quarter of the way through a cross-country road trip. I didn’t know them. I don’t know if they were good, or what they contributed, or what/who they loved.
I'm Learning to Play Nice with Joy
I'm Learning to Play Nice with Joy
I'm Learning to Play Nice with Joy
At 3:30am on February 19th, I woke up in a chilly room in northern Ohio thinking about my great-great-great grandparents, their aunts and uncles, their cousins and sisters and friends they might have called family. They braved unforgiving winters in rural Michigan, not far from where I lay next to a clanking radiator, a quarter of the way through a cross-country road trip. I didn’t know them. I don’t know if they were good, or what they contributed, or what/who they loved.