Reboot, Rejuvenate, Resurrect

SCRAPS AND SCROLLS Last week’s blog, posted October 12th, marked my mother’s earth arrival date 114 years ago. In many ways, she is more alive in me today than she was 24 years ago when her soul took flight from its earthly shell. I’m not conjuring her up. I don’t hear her voice. I can’t remember what it sounded like. I have cassette tapes of her singing, but no cassette player. Her impact lives mostly in the things she did with her hands. On some mystical level, she continue