Grandmothers, do you know my name? Mothers–do you remember who I am? Sisters, I can’t see you– darkness has descended. There is no shadow to keep me company. – Angelique Arroyo Ever since I was a young girl, I’ve had a deep longing for connection to the old ways of wise women. My mother is one. But she became lost in trying to make a living and putting food on the table with my Dad. She was told that she had to measure up to the standards of a society that sought to neutralize ethnic groups. She tried to connect to the old ways, but she herself had not been handed her legacy. She even moved my sister and me to Puerto Rico…