Dee: My Grandmother

My grandmother was named after the greatest man ever, her father, Denzyl.  Yes, the most amazing lady that ever lived was named Denzelle, “Dennye” to girlie it up a bit and then shortened to “Dee”.  I didn’t call her grandmother or any derivative of that, I called her, Dee.  She never had an enemy nor … Continue reading Dee: My Grandmother

“I drove my Motorcycle”

My grandmother is now 92 1/2 years old and resides in a nursing home.  Some days she is very coherent but other days well not so You never know what you are going to walk into when you enter the crazy, old, memory challenged, home of the weird smell, concrete building of the old and … Continue reading “I drove my Motorcycle”