Janelle Wright

Mama Blue

Trouble don't last always. Of my grandmother's adages I've kept that ground me in times of change, this one just hits different. It's almost radical. The reality is, that while I may be OK on this path, someone out there ain't doing quite as hot. Too soon? Apologies. I've been told my choice of words are like the sword, but, after all, is that not what He came to send? By the looks of it, God is a man of his word. Not that he has gender, though this is certainly some masculine destruction right here. Waves hotter than any of my kid summers in South Georgia. And who do we have to thank? That's right. Man. Men. War has not yet touched my family and yet it's a pervasive constant in our personal struggles for today's gold. Water. I am in the sixth generation of the Comfrey family, a name chosen - not given. Mama Blue named us and shared a seemingly insignificant small totem from child to child. Now, we all knew there would come a day where water wars would devastate this community. It is the lifeline, and our totem the Key to the Kingdom, quite literally.