Last night, I sat in my car as the seconds ticked by and I talked to myself. I should just drive away. Goodness knows it was cold outside and I’d already gotten in the car and it’s not like it actually mattered. It was late and my bag of leftovers was cooling while resting on …

I don’t think of my Grandma as an awkward woman. (Some family gifts are mine alone.) But I found some evidence that maybe I’m wrong. Maybe awkwardness is more hereditary than I thought. Last night, as Skye and Lindsey patiently watched video after video in my search to find a specific one of my Grandma, …