Saturday, September 7, 2013
Sometimes I lie in bed and try to imagine all of the women in my maternal line. I start with my mom, then her mom and her mom's mom and her mom's mom's mom and so on back to mitochondrial Eve. I try to imagine what they looked like and how they lived and how brave they were and how each one loved the daughter whose birth led eventually to me.
Some nights they are a heavy presence.