Becoming One's Self
Highway 89A outside Escalante, Utah A number of years ago I drove from Tucson, Arizona north to Escalante, Utah with my son and his dog. Actually, we were driving to Chicago, but we made a stop in Escalante to see my father. A few days later we drove the "loop" from Escalante along the top of the Rockies and then north to Salt Lake City. Our stay in Salt Lake included some time visiting a number of my family members. The mountain side view from the Salt Lake Cemetery where my mother and many family members are buried. The most notable aspect of this trip was time spent with family - from my son to my father to my aunts and uncles. As a little girl I loved my family and have fond memories of spending time with them. That ended when I was nine and we moved away from Salt Lake. Then my time with family became rare, a mere handful of trips between the age of nine and this trip, as a grown woman of 53. I grew up learning how to be ...