To Grammy…

“My last living grandparent died a year ago, on August 28, 2015. My father’s mother. Constance Jacqueline Bouchard Erickson. We called her “Grammy”.She was 83. I don’t have a happy memory to share, really. I last saw my Grammy when I was about eight or nine years old. I don’t remember much except the smell of cigarettes and particular sensations, like the feeling of the upholstery of her couch and the way her voice touched my ears.” Read more at Taste it Twice. Continue reading To Grammy…

See Me

“There will always be people who observe me as an object. ” “I will use the assets and skills and privileges I have to highlight that which I care about, because I can. It doesn’t make any of those assets or privileges or skills the most important thing about me or the most valuable. I don’t think any one single thing about a person defines their value. I think people are beautifully complex and their unique measurement of all their qualities makes them who they are.” Read more at Taste it Twice. Continue reading See Me