Blossoms in the House (Reblooming Supermarket Orchid)


Patanjali, Yoga Sutras, Sthiram Sukham Asanam
I’d had a long day and felt tired when I exited my building. When I got outside, though, the moon hung low and full and ruddy in the sky and I was so enchanted that it seemed I’d drunk some magical nectar that put a lift in my steps all the way home. Peace and…
I don’t have much family, and I know little about the family I have. I am the one living with this photograph (the only one I’ve seen) of my maternal great grandmother because we are the only two with frizzy hair. The story I heard about her was that she gave birth to my grandmother…