Lugnasa Garlic Planting Moon
A small clan of Woollies met at the ghost of Shelby’s Woodroast in St. Louis Park. All the decor is there, but Shelby has left the building.
We got caught up on missing bags of money, a grandson’s trajectory through treatment for sarcoma–positive at this point, family–family–family and a son with a lack of regard for others and the continuing struggle between cancer and will, between cancer and peace of mind. Though these may seem like dark topics they become lighter when passed around the table.
I’m glad one of us had the good sense to ask for a meeting.
