roots of confusion

December 20th, 2016

imgresMy grandmother Brown was in her eighties when she moved from Baltimore to live with us.  She had nowhere else to go.  Neighbors helped my mother convert our garage into her bedroom, with a portable heater.  My grandma shipped her stuff in moving crates to Tiburon, and somehow I was in charge of unboxing, deciding values of things I knew nothing about. Continue reading “roots of confusion” »