The Woman With the Porcelain Skin
Aug 31, 2018 · 3 min read

The last time I saw my grandmother alive, a couple of years ago, she was dressed to the nines like she always was. Nice slacks, a silk blouse, her fine jewelry, socks and shoes. She looked beautiful, as always, her skin even at 95-years-old, the same unblemished creamy white color of porcelain that I had always remembered.
The same skin my mother used to tsk tsk about, muttering under her breath what a…


