My Grandmother’s Words
Story by John Surico | August 19, 2014
The time poetry showed me my grandmother.
The time poetry showed me my grandmother.
The love of my life was a click away, but not in the way you think.
The time chance brought me face to face with my decisions... and my therapist.
Greasy hair and burning bras: the time I won Miss Congeniality.
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