Learning to ride, falling down, getting back on
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Sarah Broussard Weaver spent the pandemic mastering spaetzle, white beans and rice, and roux for gumbo. Her grandmother, who turned 103 in March, was born a month after the 1918 Spanish Flu pandemic began. She lives near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
The cataracts give her an otherworldly countenance, like a blind prophet who gazes more easily into the past than into the present. She is otherworldly, because she isn’t a part of this time where I dwell — not fully. She floats closer to us and then away again before we can grasp her.