On Mealtime Conversations

I was watching the Orioles/Pirates game on MASN. My grandmother opened the door to the basement. “What are we having for breakfast?” she called down. “Breakfast?” I said, confused. It was 7:30. At night. The Orioles pitcher had just given up a solo shot to the Pirates. “Breakfast,” she said. “Is it up or down?”Continue reading “On Mealtime Conversations”

On Late Night Conversations

At midnight, my grandmother wanted to talk. She’d fallen asleep earlier in the evening, sometime around nine, and now it was midnight and she was done with her nap. She opened the door at the bottom of the steps, and began to ask questions. “Are you cool enough?” she asked. No. “Yes,” I said. “AreContinue reading “On Late Night Conversations”