Malia Putman

A Meeting with Peace

The woman, gracefully aged with a touch of silver streaking through her auburn hair, rose from sifting through patterns of toddler dresses to answer the door. She had been jotting seamstress notes in her faithful little black moleskin-lined notebook. The handy 4"x6" journal had become her favorite place to list dreams and goals of her new grandmother life. In remembrance, she etched the inherited name “Gram” on the cover. Her Gram had taken the time to teach her to sow, bake, dream, and curse - appropriately. This new Gram would do the same, now, in hopes of making life right on the tail end of her parenting years.