Lessons Learned: Not My Grandmother’s First Rodeo

Gram & Gramps on a Texas sidewalk

I figured out that my grandmother really loved me on a bitter winter’s afternoon in St. Paul, Minnesota when I was 5 years old. Gram doled out hugs at frequent and random intervals, redolent with menthol cigarettes and sweet tea, but in the midst of a three-day, howling blizzard—one of …

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If That’s a Lemon-Vodka Slushy, I’m In the Right Place

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Christmas-celebrating families all have their ways of making merry. My family does Christmas fun. Long ago we abandoned our traditional Christmas Eve beef and venison fondue in favor of foods that don’t require Sterno flames or a snake pit of electric cords to cook meat in vats of boiling oil. …

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