“When you have a daughter will you name her after me?” My Grammu asked me quite a lot. I don’t…
Posts tagged Grammu
The Large Straight is the Bane of My Existence
Back in the mid-90s during the in between time post-college and pre-real job, I lived with my parents in Shakopee…
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: But not really so much with the boring edition
As I type it is 1:49 p.m. on Sunday and I am writing the traditional Sunday+Boring post because I am…
The National Weather Service still strikes fear in my heart
My mom grew up in a tiny three-bedroom house in Savage with her six brothers and sisters. That house didn’t…
I am Not the Poet
We sat at a table, huddled around, debating. It was the day of my Grammu’s funeral. The sister club had…
you must have seen her dancing in the sand
i think they’ve really missed me here at work. in my last meeting they let me swear, vent, and generally…
the girl in black
i now own proper funeral attire. i will wear black. this, if you know me, is quite unusual. i do…
funeral blues
the sister club has been asked to read a poem in honor of grammu. i haven’t a clue as to…