This is a poetic journey of family and landscape and their interconnectedness. The "scent of humanity" weaves its way gently through the pages with an eloquent ease that wraps the reader in a cocoon of comfort. Here at the Crux embraces the intergenerational legacies of an immigrant grandmother's exchange of "hymns for sad ballads". It carries us into the uncertainties of the recent past and present with "choices shrinking every day." A poet's words taste of cinders and rats eat the philosophy book. Here at the Crux is filled with careful observation and a tender regard for our frailties. It's a poetic journey of vivid stories, rich in truth telling and life brought full circle.