I always told Gram she’d know she was in trouble when I stopped giving her shit. I always gave her shit. My husband would listen to me on the phone with her and often just had to walk away shaking his head at what I said to her. In my defense, he didn’t hear what […]
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I Did It Again
So Thursday morning, I woke up with dark brown hair to my waist. I kissed my husband good-bye and drove to Bangor to pick up my grandmother. Because she likes to be my wingman when there’s a chance of me doing something dumb. A few hours later, nearly two feet of hair shorter, and after […]
Melissa Burkart 