My Granny, my dad's mother, used to call me to her bedroom, and we'd go into this adjacent side room. She'd get her rolling paper and marijuana, make a joint, and just talk to me. She almost always told me "you're pretty like your Granny" and reminded me that I "don't have to put up with no shit." I really miss that woman. I miss her unconditional love, unabashed conversations, unapologetic confidence, untainted honesty, and uncompromising authenticity. Gloria Jean was truly one of a kind. We lost her on December 21, 2015.
As I was sitting here, thumbing through my photos, critiquing myself, I remembered my Granny. I can only imagine what she'd say knowing that I was being an utter ass to me. Actually, I know what she'd say: "You don't have to put up with no shit." That includes shit from me... I AM pretty like my Granny.