She told me I’d get A’s on my spelling tests if I slept with the words under my pillow. I always did.
Granny hugged her knees and rocked back and forth on a bench in the Greyhound bus station in Springfield, Virginia. She did this to keep warm. It was 11 p.m. on December 24. Granny had arthritis and osteoporosis and other things that ended with “itis” and “osis” that, believe me, you don’t want to know […]