The River Has Roots

Grief can feel like a physical place you visit. You walk through it until the walls start to look familiar.

“Roots don’t just go down. They go through.”

Family roots go deeper than the soil. Sometimes they tangle up in places we can't even see.

Magic doesn't have to be loud to change everything. It can just be the way the light hits a certain tree.

“Memory is a trick of the light.”

Stories change depending on who is standing in the room. A mother and daughter can see the same ghost differently.