Growing up, I thought I was an orphan, unwanted and abandoned by my “real” family. I imagine many kids have such thoughts, possibly influenced by books or movies. But in my case, these thoughts came from my own family and friends. “Is Sheila adopted?” family friends would ask. “She doesn’t look like anyone in theContinue reading “Never an Orphan”
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Buddy, Grandma, and the Cleaning Parties
My maternal grandmother was a wonderful grandma – with a great tolerance for children. Don’t get me wrong. I like kids. But not a dozen at a time, which Grandma often endured enjoyed during summer vacations. But then, Grandma was a little crazy, in the best sense of word. She was funny, forgetful, and alwaysContinue reading “Buddy, Grandma, and the Cleaning Parties”