I wakeand see the light ahead—it’s dawn. Memories of my grandmothermurmuring over my tear-stained face,a bit of wisdomI have never forgottenthese seven decades later:that the morningis brighter than the night. Those incantations,said as she tucked me in,let me sighand let go of the angstthat kept mefrom the comfort of my blanketsand the bedraggled square ofContinue reading “Brighter Than the Night”