Tag: grandmother
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Why I got a tattoo
When I told my mother I was getting a tattoo right after our visit ended, she didn’t mince words. “At your age?!” Mom replied, loudly enough that the woman next to us in the nail salon reacted with a quiet chuckle. “Yep,” I told her. I felt resolute. Mostly, anyway. Mom wasn’t happy about it,…
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The other grandmother
It makes me sad not to know if I would have called her Grandmother or Granny or some other name. It would not be Nana. That name was reserved for my mother’s mother. I never got a chance to call my father’s mother, Sophie Lillian Demsky Keene, anything; she died when I was less than…
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