Accidental Warblers
<p>On a recent lunch break, I walked down one hill and up three others to drop off a starfish sansevieria pup to a fellow plant mama living one neighborhood over. “I’m delivering a baby,” I messaged her, cackling over the cryptic lack of further explanation.</p>
<p>I took the long way home, off the main drag, preferring a romp on the urban trail to the steep pavement incline past the house where my mother was raised. And I thought about how Mrs. Clark described the <em>Family Circus</em>-style paths she’d take through her neighborhood to get to and from school every day. And I recalled stories of my great-grandmother getting dropped off across the river to go grocery shopping, then walking her purchases all the way back home. Or vice versa. Or entirely misremembered. In any case, we have a family history of roaming this town’s narrow streets and uneven sidewalks. The day’s little chaotic-good addition brought me joy.</p>
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