On Conversations with my Grandmother

Sometimes, conversations with my grandmother are amusing. Sometimes, the conversations are frustrating. Today, the conversations have been the frustrating ones. It began this morning over coffee. “I’m going home today,” she said. “Home?” I said. “You are home.” “I know that,” she hissed. “I’m going home.” I changed the subject quickly. It seemed prudent. IContinue reading “On Conversations with my Grandmother”