Odd Cookie, or: What Kind of Twenty-Something Wants to Travel With Her Grandmother?

Bless her, my grandmother loves to talk about my boyfriends. Her excuse for this is that she likes to have accurate information to pass along to her friends when they wonder if I’m a bit of an odd cookie. Of course my grandmother would never tell me that her friends might think I’m an odd … Continue reading


I most definitely do not own Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal, but I sometimes wish I did.