A Hot Memory

by Margie Senechal

August is here and it's hot. Too hot for this pluviophile. 103 yesterday, 106 today. I melt in the sun, not the rain.

But, this type of weather reminds me of my grandmother. She was a complicated woman--and that's a nice way of saying it. She was no-nonsense and didn't mind  telling you if she thought you weren't dressed right or if maybe, you shouldn't have the last cookie.

I grew up next door to my grandparents. When I say next door, I mean within a 100 feet or so. The...