The American Family Needs A Grandma

Did you grow up with parents who fought? I did. Mine fought loudly, and often. We lived in the woods, in Alaska, where a person could really carry on without having to worry about what the neighbors might think.

Those fights were often triggered by something that my brother and I had done, or failed to do. A water pistol battle out of hand, a chore not finished. Whatever it was, it would trigger a…




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Solana Joy

Solana Joy

Writer. Rambler. Mother. Creature. Alaskan. Expat.

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