Today’s my grandmother’s birthday. She would have been 84. She’s been gone for almost four years, and I still miss her. Still think of her when something wonderful happens and wish for her guidance when I’m upset. Our relationship was sweet, easy, untangled by the expectations between mothers and daughters. BORN WICKED is dedicated to her, and I know she would have been over-the-moon excited about all of the things that have happened to me in the last year. It comforts me to think that she knows anyway, that she is still cheering for me.
Here’s a picture of her in high school. Wasn’t she pretty?
And with my grandfather at the lake in 1949. I love her swimsuit! (My grandpa was a former WWII Marine, a teacher, a football coach, and a lifeguard in the summers. He was kind of buff!)
And one of her as I knew her, with me and my sister Amber on the right. (How cute is Am?)