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Tuesday Breakfast Notes #12
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #12
This isn’t the first, nor the last, time I’ll bring up my grandma Olajeane, or Jeanie as most people knew her. Today’s artwork isn’t my own; it’s Grandma’s. She was an artist. I don’t know that she would have called herself that, but she was.

Tuesday Breakfast Notes #5
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #5
Every spring, my grandma's daffodils bloom on the north side of the hill near our driveway…