Freaks of Nurture's Guest Accounts

My maternal grandmother lived with us and we called her ‘Nona’ or ‘Noni’, the Italian word for Grandma. I loved her because she was there, like Mt. Everest, but not because I could relate to her in any way. Whereas I was always the observer, the quiet one trying to disappear in the background, Noni loved attention and had to orchestrate every get-together, family or other. At parties, she was always resentful of the attention given … Read entire article »