Tag: Gramma
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It’s Not A Phobia If It’s Rational
I don’t like dolls. I’m not going to freak out around your Barbie, but if you’ve got one of those old-timey, eyes shut when you lower it, hair like Firestarter dolls, then I’m not going to stay in the same room with it. It’s that simple. My semi-pediophobia comes from a very real place, and…
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she got me
Gramma had always told us that when we had to clean out her house someday after she died that it was very important that we didn’t just throw anything away, but instead go through pockets of clothes, and leaf through books before we decided what to do with them.
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Just a Few Pictures
because it’s late, and because i’m spending time with my mommy. I took a few pictures today of gramma’s house. My mother and her family have really cleaned this place out since the last time I saw it, and I was surprised at how small everything looked, when I was used to it being so…
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goodbye, gramma.
Yesterday, my grandmother, Gramma with the Puppies as I knew her, passed away. She had been very sick. And today my mommy is very, very sad. I had not seen my grandmother in a very long time. What I remember of her is filled with a childhood awe of a woman who showers you with…
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“how’s gramma?”
Family Feud ain’t got nothin’ on us. (I’m writing this on the 24th because I will be on a plane on the 25th, so we’ll all pretend that I’m writing this tomorrow) I forgot to mention yesterday that the one thing that kept me going during the new Advanced Tae-Bo tape was the fact that…
