A personal plain-spoken meditation on the death of her grandmother, via the "things" left behind. "If you touch every single thing a person held dear, if you take from their whole life and transfer the pieces to your own table to nourish your days, isn't that one way of finally parting, of saying, thank you?" Jessica's language touches those things one by one, more than an inventory but not quite as sentimental as a caress. The language builds a bridge between the substance of the objects and the memories of a gone loved one.--luigi
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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