Dear Inhabitants of this Land,
This is me at this time: a 57 year old white woman living far away from my ancestors (primarily Southern Italian, Syrian, a smattering of Scotch and English) on your land. I know only a small bit of how I got here and what twists of fate and circumstance and stardust and love brought me, but at present I feel lost and broken and confused and overwhelmed. I feel obligation to my family — obligation so heavy that you — inhabitants of this land — are just shadows on the periphery.
Read the rest, if you'd like, on my Substack.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and your family! :-)
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.