I didn't notice you allowed comments so I just had to limit the awe in which I hold this writer to a few lines when I referred this story to friends. It reads like fiction extolling the value of stoicism in women as learned from a grandmother who remained unfazed by life’s trials to the silent end but leaving room for a primal scream at her very end which reminded me of one I heard at a friend’s funeral when his adult son keened as if he were an Arab woman. Thanks to Jenea for allowing me this interlude from the humdrum of life and the emptiness of political discourse.
Gerard Armorer replied on Mon, 06/20/2022 - 10:15pm
I didn't notice you allowed comments so I just had to limit the awe in which I hold this writer to a few lines when I referred this story to friends. It reads like fiction extolling the value of stoicism in women as learned from a grandmother who remained unfazed by life’s trials to the silent end but leaving room for a primal scream at her very end which reminded me of one I heard at a friend’s funeral when his adult son keened as if he were an Arab woman. Thanks to Jenea for allowing me this interlude from the humdrum of life and the emptiness of political discourse.