When I was growing up, I spent every summer on Cape Cod.
We spent days on the beach with the sand between our toes and evenings with my grandmother sharing the highs and lows of the day over tiny wooden bowls filled with Cheeto puff balls and glasses of ginger ale perched on wooden chairs with hooked rug covers.
My grandmother was fancy.
You would have loved her.
She wore red lipstick, too, and pearls. She drank Pepsi by the gallon, loved to dance, wore cat eye glasses and had the most amazing laugh.
She laughed and the world laughed along with her.Continue reading