Adrift Robin Anna Smith Sunday, the day we go to visit Grandma—the day I dread all week. I ask my mother if I can go to a friend’s house or stay home. As always, she rejects my plea, states that we are the only family who visits, that Grandma’s lonely and looks forward to seeing us. Grandma lives in a tiny apartment in a building that looks like a run-down motel. The gravel parking lot matches the tone of her […] Continue Reading
