One of the nice things about visiting Grandmom, is that we are usually the first two people wup, and so I get to spend time with her in the morning, just sitting and talking.

We don’t necessarily discuss anything of consequence, we just sit and chat.

It’s a long-standing tradition. Grandmom says that when I was quite small, we’d sit in the kitchen and make Play Doh creatures, or color. But when I got older, we’d sit and talk.

It’s that something about her kitchen that gives me a sense of contentment whenever I’m there. Just walking into her kitchen makes me feel better–and I’m rather fond of kitchens in general, as we’ve sat and talked in other kitchens: at my parent’s house when I was little, at the house where my parents currently live, even here at my house. But it’s not quite the same as being in her kitchen.