Stories flowing into the heart.
Writing for me is an act of aliveness, fearlessly touching
what has been exiled from my life, from our lives,
and the winding journey to being present.
The essay is about love and aliveness. It stems from the journey through cancer and illness and also the multiple of layers of healing in the wake of the suicide of my mother when I was 13 years old. How the healing follows the migration of cherry trees and the flavor of cherries.
“Natalie-Pascale Boisseau’s tale of women gathered in summer is dreamlike, lyric, and dangerous—a sticky rainbow of sherbet melting down your sunburnt arm: "It is warm with the love of my aunts, and with another feeling—new, hot—that knots in my belly. I put the feelings and the love inside the pitcher with the tiny lost denture, the mouth that cannot speak.”
– Gabriella Frank, editor for the Spring Crab 2022, a special edition of the Crab Creek Review.