My job now is to try to stitch myself back together into a passable human being. I'm no sewer like my sister Rhetta.or my other sister Brumas, stitched to her wheelchair, her home, and her trans-husband Charlize, a possible wolf in sheeps' clothing. I wonder what her tranquilized thoughts are...seldom of me and mine, mostly angered thoughts of her daughter-in-law.
Her daughter in law is most lucky to have Matthew Katzenbach as her husband. He is a great and gentle mind concerned more with love than law. He uses his courtroom as an encanto to the distraught vics, perps, and jurists. Coming from a long line of surgeons and prominent attorneys (in current history-Atty General Nicholas K, who faced Gov. Wallace on public school segregation). His calm kind ways keep us basted together so that our familial connection remains. Connections that are tenuous for lack of use.
I am thinking of my grandmother, Mama Georgia, for whom I was named, and her embroidery. She used to embroider pillow cases.
I hope I become the beneficiary of the backbone of the well-woven.
