By Janet W.B. July 13, 2011 —
I am…
The one who is the “girl with the grandmother’s face” following one last dream.
The one who has written from an early age.
The one who keeps a journal with instructions for burning at my passing.
The one who began personal writing after cancer surgery to explore new options for living.
The one who lives by words and now feels wordless in this class rather than empowered.
The one viewing life through the lens of a labyrinth with its share of left-hand turns.
The one who learned to make choices early in life and to receive the grace provided even in the times of stress.
The ancestor of the Krefeld 13 who founded Germantown, Pennsylvania in 1683.
The one who prays and serves God.
The one who found childhood informed by the news reels.
A daughter who cared for her mother until her passing at age 91.
The adopted daughter of a man recognized for his contribution to the steel industry.
A sister with brothers and a sister always at a distance.
The sorority sister of beloved friends who taught trust.
The wife who married, lived in multiple places, and found her way in the world of change.
The mother and mother-in-law of an amazing son and daughter-in-law.
The counselor and teacher of children and a former college administrator.
The storyteller’s friend who served with the Pennsylvania Rural Arts Alliance.
The spiritual guide and cook for the hungry.
The girl with the grandmother’s face.