Oh No, Not "The Home": Observations and Confessions of a Grandmother in Transition

by Peggy Rowe

I bit my tongue. Just stick to your diagnosing, Mrs. Master’s Degree. I’m the reader in this room, I thought.

I thought ...

but I wasn’t wearing a blouse underneath. It was chilly in the dining room last night, and I didn’t have a sweater. The green beans were too soft yesterday. Green beans should be crisp. I don’t like to complain, but the green beans last night were too crisp. Green beans should be soft. There were hardly any beans in the chili this evening. It’s not chili without the beans. Hey, what’s with all the beans in the chili? I like to taste the meat. The desserts have too much sugar and too many calories; how am I supposed to lose weight?