I woke up early from a strange dream last night. I had a visit from my dead grandmother, my Grandma-nor. I was dreaming of something else at first, but then the dream seemed to take a bad turn, and that’s when I found myself back in my own bed. I think my grandmother sent me… Continue reading My Grandma-nor decided to visit me last night in my dreams.
For the record, my grandpa wasn't a "gangsta." He owned a print shop in Detroit. However, I found these photos while I was supposed to be cleaning, and I couldn't get this song out of my head.: Geto Boyz-D*** It Feels Good to be aGangsta. (Warning! Explicit lyrics.) I think I've watched the movie Office Space… Continue reading Photomatic Pics Of My Grandpa: D*** It Feels Good To Be a Gangsta
As I think of my grandmother, I think about the kind of person she was, the legacy that she left behind. She was a firm believer that if you were old enough to sit up by yourself, you were old enough to enjoy your first cup of coffee, even if it was mostly milk with coffee added to… Continue reading My Grandmanor Loved All Things Victorian