Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Not All Who Wander Are Lost

My grandma had just died in the seven months before so when I moved into my grandpa’s home to live as I attended college, her fingerprints were everywhere. Jars of legumes lined the kitchen shelves, nestled in with a collection of well-worn cookbooks. Lists in her pretty script detailed the contents of the upright freezer. Row upon row of historical fiction waited for me in her library; many of these became my friends over the next year and a half. A small closet downstairs held gallon jars of dried rose petals from the gardens that she […]