Grandma Kay: grief, drinks, and painting

In the spirit of a holiday weekend, the beginning of my favorite month, and some fall-time nostalgia, I wanted to share one of my favorite narrative essays. I wrote this about Chad’s grandma Kay in a magazine writing class in college. Cheers!   Grandmas are known to be sweet, fragile, and full of tenderness, offering hugs and cookies between pleasant rocks on cushioned chairs. Kay George is not that kind of grandma. She takes her whiskey clear, her mountain hikes […]

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