Status Updates From Black Sheep (This Can't Be ...

I was in the Holy Land, according to Grandma. A no-judgment zone.

took a bus to Atlantic City, which was more like an old folks' home than you would think ...

She was ninety-two, and d@mn it, if she wanted to have a drink, she should be able to have a drink.

lights were so bright - "school cafeteria kitchen" bright -

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Small Styrofoam cups - like really small, the ones that make you wonder, What's the point if it only holds one sip? -

decor that seemed perfectly suited to this museum of the damned [the nursing home the author's grandma now lived in]

So many awnings. Allentown got a lot of rain, and everyone apparently wanted to keep their precious doorways dry.

Allentown was gray, though. In my memory, it was devoid of any other color. The sky, buildings, and the people were all different shades of gray, and not the sexy kind.

reading all of these shorts to get my year started!!! happy reading 💌

The fifth thing my grandmother and I had in common was that we were always being judged—by family, by peers, by anyone in authority.

The fourth thing we had in common was the ability to have a good time anywhere.

That was the third thing my grandmother and I had in common. If there was booze on the premises, we would find it.

That was the second thing I had in common with my grandmother. I really didn’t like people, especially those in authority, telling me what I could and could not do, and neither did Grandma.

The first was that neither of us took anything too seriously.