Facts of life

Today is my maternal grandmother's birthday. She would be 80-something today, I guess. She's been gone for a few years.

This is her and me a long time ago.


She was the main person in my life with whom it was okay to be myself. In photos at my other grandparents' house, I am dressed in ruffles and standing still. At Gram's I am sprawled on the coffee table playing a ukulele wearing just an over-sized Mickey Mouse t-shirt.

In her younger days, she rode a motorcycle, danced til dawn, and, evidently, was hit on by lots of women.

Haiku for March 17, 3013

My grandma warned me
Watch out for those lesbians
They'll get in your bed