When I was 7, my mother, who was pregnant with my youngest sister, came perilously close to dying. No one told me what was going on. This was just one of several disruptions that faced me at that time, and I was terrified. Writing as my 7-year old self, I tell the story of my father driving my older sister and me from our home in Detroit to my grandparents’ farm, the center of a large unconventional Pennsylvania Dutch Freundshaft (extended clan), and how I found wonderment, safety, and the miracle of home.
