Out of nowhere, my Mama showed up with a new baby. She loved that little boy. She held him like he was the lamb of God. Mama’s face was peaceful, as if caught in a daydream. She was calm and looked through the baby, viewing the scene from another space. I was in a dream watching them dream.
She never once let us call her Grandma. She wasn’t exactly a grammie or a nanna. She felt that those endearing terms didn’t capture her spirit. She loved Elvis…