To Give Is To Receive
~a true story of the blessing of reciprocity

I was at her bedside when she died, now little more than a heap of bones being carried by a flimsy sack of flesh. This fragile vessel belied the indomitable spirit hidden somewhere within. Born into the Cajun culture of south Louisiana, she had labored hard as any field hand, prepared and stored meat and homegrown vegetables, regularly cooked large…