Bearing the name my mother gave herself at approximately the age I am now, and the middle name of her maternal grandmother, great grandmother and two of her aunts, Liza Rose James entered this astral plane at 3:17 pm on Monday, April 12th, weighing in at nine pounds four ounces and 21.5 inches long. It was the first day of the Pink Moon and the beginning of Ramadan. Our circle is definitely not unbroken.
Her father wrote: “Hello, baby. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. On the outside, baby, you’ve got a hundred years here. There’s only rule that I know of, baby – ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind’ “
She will soon enough realize that in-between the hot and the cold there are exquisite days of wonderment and beauty. And that in those crowds she will discover some awfully fine people. Welcome aboard, little Liza Rose. I have a distinct feeling that neither you nor your spirit will be little for long.
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