Sunday, July 15, 2018 10:19 AM

I saw her at lunch today, in the dining hall at the House of a Hundred Grandmothers. She sat there quietly, staring at her soup. She took a few sips of water. She's had a fascinating life. She's a friend of mine. You see that, up on my shelf? She made that herself, by hand. And now? At lunch she wouldn't eat. The soup, the main course, the salad, anything. Finally she took some ice cream with her back to her room. Maybe she'll eat it there.