Each time I enter the Grandview Cancer Center, I see African American women and African American men, all of them elders, sitting alone and waiting to be called for their appointment. That is the center where I take my grandmother.
Brown hands. Soft and smooth like the icing on a maple donut. Slow, but steady sure to handle every leaf with care. Tearing away any weed that would prevent a young one from growth.
This summer was incredibly rough for me. As someone who is very close to her friends and family, being away from home was hard. Every day, I turned on the news and would see that we were in no way closer to getting back to what we would call “normal.”