March is National Women’s History Month. Whom do you celebrate?
“For a long time I believe my first moment of existence is when I jump over a broom. I remember a house. I remember sunlight through a window…” – from Caramelo by Sanda Cisneros
For me, this window is my Grandma’s small kitchen window, a weeping willow peeking in from it’s left corner while we are kneading dough for flour tortillas in our hands, her hands twice the size of mine. She walks over to a drawer and pulls out a miniature rolling pin, the first gift I can remember her giving me. This moment one of the greatest.
|Grandma in my kitchen many years later doing what she loves to do and cooking my favorite Thanksgiving meal!|
|Three generations in the kitchen: Grandma, Mom, and Me|