by Andrew Taylor-Troutman
“Take and eat,” said my Gran, lifting a wicker basket of her homemade crescent rolls. I grabbed two, one in each hand, causing her to smile standing there. Now I wonder if Gran thought of growing up on the farm, when there was precious little to spare. “You go ahead,” was all she replied, and I would greedily bite through the crispy browned dough to the warm buttery inside. Though I knew a flavor of love, I had yet to taste of sacrifice.
Andrew Taylor-Troutman is the author of Gently Between the Words: Essays and Poems and pastor of Chapel in the Pines Presbyterian Church in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.