Thursday, April 20, 2006

I thought I had lost the last of my grandparents more than twenty years ago... but I was wrong. It turns out that my real grandmother is still alive. If my math is correct, she must have given birth to my mother when she was 15, but put her up for adoption.

Gramma Josephine, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Let's live for today, instead of in the past.

And I will happily let you spoil me. Promise.

RELATED: I mourn the death of my real father.