My grandma looked like she was Ms. Walowitz’s age; too old to be my mama, but too young to be my mama’s mama. She wore a white polo shirt tucked into these baggy blue jeans that she held up at her stomach with a belt. Her hair was cut short and swooped to one side, like she wanted to look like either one of the ladies in Salt-N-Pepa.
oh lord i can already how she’s gonna be moving
