For as long as I can remember, my grandmother and I have had a complicated relationship. Well, not complicated, exactly, but we’ve always been exceptionally good at driving each other crazy. It’s because I’m just like her, only taller and younger, and also with far more profanity in my vocabulary. One of the ways — … Continue reading
This is why hell tastes like a blue glass whale. I bought the blue glass whale at a yard sale when I was maybe five years old and I think I paid a nickel (or maybe, if I was a big spender that day, a dime) for it. It was exactly that: a whale, made … Continue reading
The scene: My grandma is spending the night at my house tonight (SLUMBER PARTY!), and I was getting ready to put on my pajamas, but I wanted to wash my face and there weren’t any clean washcloths in the bathroom so I had to go downstairs to get them. I was walking around without any … Continue reading
That’s an old photo, but taking any sort of photos of my grandmother that have any level of honesty to them and aren’t so very “Say cheese!” is incredibly difficult. In short, I figure I get a pass. I typically write these on Wednesdays, but I didn’t get around to it yesterday, so here we … Continue reading
Ulysses Update #3 I’m on page 70. That’s pretty much all I have to say about that. The Grandma Dating Agency I’m sure you’ve probably read this already, but if you happen to be new here, then I’ll quickly bring you up to speed: my grandmother got married when she was 18 (this was in… … Continue reading
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