Running Barefoot

by Amy Harmon

When I met you all those years ago, I was filled with anger. I started changing when my heart started to soften.” “What softened your heart?” I asked softly. “Good music and a friend.”

Grandma Yazzie was beautiful in the way old wood is beautiful. Warm and deep brown with a depth of wisdom that had me searching the lines in her face for the answers to life’s biggest questions.