Thing of it is, my maternal grandmother’s name is Livia.
It is an ODD name, REALLY… Olivia, but without the O.
In my attempts to discern my Own HIStory, I investigated, a little bit, the NATURE of OUR history; that is, to say…
My FAMILY history.
I discovered TWO definitions for Livia. One in Latin…
AND…
the
OTHER
in
Whelp, the ONE in Hebrew is my FAVORITE… BECAUSE the OTHER one’s about this WOMAN.
And that ain’t Livia.
Observations from the Brink 
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