This little essay was prompted by some posts at my friend Elizabeth Gaucher’s blog Esse Diem What I remember most about my grandmother is that she didn’t remember. She couldn’t remember how many brothers and sisters she had, or that her bra went under her clothes, or my name. I was twelve when she died, […]
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