A Different Kind of Journey

Today I am taking up the proverbial pen for a journey Beyond Ballard.

"What?" you say, "In Covid Times?"

Yes. This is a different kind of journey. No passports to stamp, no wild culinary exploration, no new markets to wander. The mountains to climb are high, and the road to walk is a long one, with twists and turns and unforeseen moments of piercing joy and staggering pain, and lots of long in-between hours. It's the journey with my mother toward her death.