My mother worried a lot about her and urged her to come back and live with us, but she never budged. When my mother asked why, she replied gently, “My place is here.” As a result, every winter break we would board a plane to Fairbanks, Alaska, and from there we would drive for an hour from the airport to my grandmother’s home in Pleasant Valley. When I was younger I hated the long journey, however, as I matured over the years I found there to be a soothing calmness. Every time I’d…
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