Today I went to banksquarebooks in Mystic, CT. The drive down was rainy, misty with heavy fog. Driving over the bridge into Mystic felt like drifting into a veiled world and eerily quiet. I decided to bring a loaf of leavened bread that I baked at 3am this morning to give to her. I thought since she has "cooked the world", that I would give her a small gift from my world of bread. I wrapped it in a used brown grocery bag, wound some twine around it and stuck a poem in it like I always do. I wondered how to bring it in to the shop without making a spectacle. It was still warmish from the morning bake. Upstairs Sasha greeted us as we walked in with a big smile and kind eyes. She was chatting with friends that she knew from the area and her days of Wesleyan study and living. She talked to us about the memoir that she wrote at such a young age that surprised even her as to what was living inside her. Stories, memories, findings from a life lived within a container that needed some forgiveness. Family stories are like that. Life stories are like that for each of us. She was so generous and shared my bread with "the world" at our luncheon, and even made another shout out to me at the table and said that the bread was delicious. When I brought it to her, I had thought it would be sort of a private thing between us. Expectations. Then, when she asked if we could all share it I thought...this is even better. I loved the tales of her daughter, the idea of her landing in Oklahoma and I can't wait to read about the story of the motorcycle! Thank you for a lovely afternoon. If you want to follow along with her food blog and adventures you can find her at globaltableadventure. Life From Scratch: a memoir of food, family, and forgiveness. Biography work is found between the pages of this treasure.