I wonder how we love something one moment and decide to hate it the next.
Tag: grandmother patriarchy
My Grandmother, the Wild Spirit
'My grandmother is a wild spirit, shackled by old age and walls.'
When Patriarchs Attain Glory by Doing the Bare Minimum
My grandmother worships her brother to this date because, according to her, he gave her a home which was not abusive. Not loving or supportive, just 'not abusive'.