Grandmother was wrong about everything. Her politics, her style, her music, her smell, even her cooking was wrong. There was one thing that was right about Grandmother though – when she was around, she was the emollient that melted everyone’s pretenses.
She was the type of gal that didn’t want the right answer, she just wanted the truth. Grandmother only knew how to be one person, and that was herself. Happily, she demanded one thing from those she loved, and that was for them to be themselves too.