This week's column, y'all.
It's all about TRQ's mother, my grandmother, who was probably the single most important person in my life until I was about nine. As I grew older I sometimes resented her because she was such a human tsunami, and I often felt powerless in her presence. But living without her for all these years has had a gentle winnowing effect on my memories, and what I do linger over now was her goodness.
I miss her.