So It’s You, Flannery
Flannery O’Connor left more than a legacy on American literature, she and Dad left messages that caught my attention and reignited my passion.
Flannery O’Connor left more than a legacy on American literature, she and Dad left messages that caught my attention and reignited my passion.
When a child calls from college and makes you promise not to be mad, where does your mind go? Let me tell you.
When I posed for a photo in Red Square in 1992, I never imagined that the baby I left at home would one day pose for a similar photo 23 years later.
At first, when my son told me they wanted their children to call me Granna, I was both unsure and honored. The original Granna left quite a legacy.
“Don’t embarrass me today.” Surely she was not talking to me. “Don’t shout that you love me when I get out like you did yesterday.” I guess she was talking to me.
What if I write a story and you write a song, and we go to a big bookstore and invite people to hear our artistic pieces? It’s as if my son and I had it all planned out. We didn’t, but it happened anyway.