Grandma’s kitchen. This small room contained the bustle of daily activity and served as the setting for most of my experiences with my maternal grandmother. It was there where she shared life with us through her baking, cooking, and what-needs-to-get-done conversations. Grandma didn’t rest often. But when she did, we found ourselves congregating in her living room around her comfy chair, where she offered her loving support through what I can only call transformative, peace-giving foot rubs.