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re-narrating her story
by: Miranda Morris

Grandma Loyd developed bone cancer around the same time I was born, and her convalescence put her at the mercy of my hyperactive toddler imagination.  I was an impossible child, far too opinionated and high-maintenance to be endured for long periods of time.   But fortunately for my developing confidence, Grandma Loyd adored me, and in my very earliest memories I can recall sitting with her in her bedroom, telling her stories. (full article)