It's mother's day here and I'm thinking about my grandma.
My grandma who was a single mother to two,
My grandma that had typing lessons on a typewriter.
My grandma that spoke latin, french, yiddish, english and portuguese (and knew COBOL and how to play the piano as well!)
My grandma that was in the first class of her university to include women.
My grandma that used to, essentially, speedrun solitaire.
My grandma that was "here" more.
I miss her.
In retrospect, she used to be really weird about that one Agatha Christie's novel title, maybe it's not all that bad.

















