Will you still love her?
Nov 5 · 7 min read
Remembering my niam tais

I’ve been thinking about my niam tais, my maternal grandmother a great deal lately. I keep searching for her in the face and voice of my great-aunt, her sister, and seeing bits of them both in my eyebrows and the slope of my right cheek when I smile with all of my teeth showing. I am suffused with joy to identify her in my features. A great, silly grin, really. This is also how I most often…


