Growing Tales - Breathing Prophecy Excerpt

Great, Great Aunt Footie was known as one of the healers in our neighborhood. She had names for cures I cannot spell or find in modern dictionaries today. One such word sounded like “assiphizity”.

Through unconventional means she healed our sick: her homemade salves, rags, prophecy, prayers, and the God given physical elements around us were her ingredients and our pathway to health. My labored breathing was no match for her.