Kathy Jacobs


When I was very young, Mama comforted me in the cradle of her arms, heartbeat gentle in my ear, and I needed nothing else, not even the perfect soothing words she smoothed like icing on the cake her hungry child saved, rationed, and exhausted during the drought.

Like what you read? Give Ré Harris a round of applause.

From a quick cheer to a standing ovation, clap to show how much you enjoyed this story.