All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us.

I had heard my parents arguing about it for days before we “took her in,” as they put it. Strangely, it had been my father who fought against having his mother come,...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. Well, Grandmother and every one of her thirteen ghosts. Neither my brothers nor I knew Grandmother very well. We had met her only a handful of times and I had very few memories of her....read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. Nonna sat on our faded blue loveseat positioned directly across the room from me, her short, stout legs just barely brushing the surface of the floor. She sat calmly, my parent’s...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. I had been out of juvie for only two days and was less than thrilled to give up my bedroom for the basement couch. But when I learned that grandma was as much of a boozer as me, and had...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us.

 You see officer, Margaret, is a woman of 83 years old, but in her mind because of Alzheimer’s believes she is 19 and training for the 1946 Olympics. I know this...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us.  I was ten then, and aside from seeing Grandmom a few times a year on holidays, I didn't know her all that well.

At the time my sister Sophie and I had bedrooms across from...read more

            “All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us.” These are the words of young Michael Pomey, written his journal that was recovered at the scene of the...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us.

She shambled in and shot a sinking glance at the sleeping baby and the other small animals in our living room. My mother was late to bedded pillows last night and up early...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us.

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us.

What was I supposed to do?  I didn’t really have a choice.  My parents had retired to Arizona, where they were busy...read more

     All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. I was fifteen years old and was mad and wished that granddaddy Luke would've lasted three more years. That way, I would’ve been out of the house, on my...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us.

It was 1965. I was home for the summer from boarding school and had just celebrated my thirteenth birthday. I was now officially a teenager. I should have been happy, with the...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. I'd never really known her throughout my early childhood, so I was excited to actually meet her when I was older. I had hoped that I'd get the chance to sit down and exchange stories,...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. I never really understood the women. Very few did, and those I think were pretending to understand her. I can't blame them though. Everyone was pretending during that time. I would call...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. My grandma was a short woman, with white hair, long white hair. She had amber colored eyes, and the most perfect teeth you will ever see. She was a tall, skinny woman, she used to be a...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. Her main asset had always been her intelligence, until old age pushed her sanity to the far, inaccessible reaches of her mind. She wandered our house late at night and ate all my...read more

All the trouble began when my grandfather died and my grandmother - my father's mother - came to live with us. One might question the harm a fragile, old woman like her could do to a household such as mine, but you’d better believe me when I say she was very capable indeed. Granted,...read more