Mom.

My mother drew caricatures of all her mother's children, and the drawings were kept in grandmother's living room for twenty years. When grandmother died, she left everything to me, including the remaining portraits. One had gone missing, and one had been torn to pieces by my uncle in one of the rages he used to …

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Badgering–The Nipping Edition

You are not forgotten--but I'm about to have an out-of-town guest and so this will be a tiny badger. Tiny badger says (in tiny badger voice of course), "Hey you! Yes, you. Go write." Tiny badger waves tiny paw to make sure you're paying attention. "Go write or I nip your ankles!"