Every Bride Needs Something Blue

Tales Of An Educated Debutante

on life, loss and the joy that rules the day.


The future is far away and scary, but today is lovely.

Adrian H. Wood, PhD

Amos & The Grandmother

Amos & The Grandmother

Thursday, January 05, 2017 Adrian Wood Comments (0)

My name is Amos.

This is my grandmother.

Her name is Mamie.

I can almost say it.

She thinks I can.

She loves me and worries about me as much as my mom.

I was crying in the kitchen and she kept saying, "What happened?", over and over and over.

I couldn't tell her.

That's the hardest part, my mom said as she picked me up and kissed me over and over.

I felt better when we cooked eggs.

I said, "hot, hot, hot" and said, "nana," so she helped me peel it.

She's awfully nice to me.

Good thing I'm cute.

Love, Amos

Post has no comments.
Comment Policy
Thank you for your respectful, friendly, on-topic comments! I LOVE THEM. Because I want My tales to be encourage a positive environment for my readers, my family, and myself, I have and will remove offensive, inappropriate, or generally rude comments. I abide by proper Southern etiquette.

Post a Comment

Captcha Image

Connect With Me

Never Miss A Tale

PR Welcome

Recent Posts


Tales I Envy

Past Tales

    Never Miss A Tale

    Sign up today to receive new post notifcations. And don't worry, you have not sold your soul to me! You can unsubscribe at any time.