Your Mother Could Lie Before She Could Talk--Part 1
My grandmother and I are sitting at her 30-year-old mail-order Sears and Roebuck kitchen table, me in jeans and a Grateful Dead t-shirt, and she in one of the pastel flowered housecoats Grandma favors since terminal breast cancer finally rendered her housebound. “Your mother could lie before she... Sign in to see full entry.