Ida It’s funny, choosing my own grandmother to be a saint. She was my nemesis as a child. The person who stood between me and myself. Who did her best to block any affirmation and acknowledgement coming my way. It is funny because just the writing of the above sentence caused an image to flash through me. It was of my grandmother as a child herself. Second to the youngest. Three older sisters, one older brother. I know from...
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