Cartography

How my immigrant grandmother forged my path

Of the 29 bloodline descendants born into my lineage from my great-grandmother on down, 25 are women.

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The sex breakdown for my maternal family tree.

Before the door was even open wide enough for gramma’s scent to hit my nose — a blend of Windex, fall blend potpourri, and Chanel #5 — she handed me a present with a sweet, pink bow.

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photo cred: Averia Woodard, source: Unsplash

I realized looking at her that I had never seen her eyes look weightless.

She spent the next 50 years being the creator, caretaker, peacekeeper, laborer, defender, and leader of her tribe of little women.

Her commitment and sacrifice for our family allowed me to have the experiences she never had — and she never once expressed regret for her choices. She was too happy for mine.

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com

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