“We can be nomads in our own narrative, can feel like a stranger in our own story, just stopping by and traveling through, forever looking for something we feel we will not and cannot ever find. This sense of placelessness has everything to do with personhood, has everything to do with the ways our lives will project forward—who we will become and why. We are, all of us, trying to go back to the backyards where we learned to throw baseballs, the kitchens where we learned how to cook. We are trying to get back to the fields our families farmed, the ancient recipes and remedies, hoping to know what we need to make the soups and sauces. We search for bloodlines lost in map lines, the immigrant story of coming to a new land only to find ourselves missing the old one. Generations stretch out, longer and farther from our place of origin, straining and stretching to hold on to who we are. But the currents of change are strong, washing it all away in the waters of time.” PeopleCultureLossGriefFamilyLandPlace Book:Matter of Little Losses: Finding Grace to Grieve the Big (and Small) Things Source: Matter of Little Losses: Finding Grace to Grieve the Big (and Small) Things