Why I’m not squeezing my grandkids in that bearhug like I used to
My grandkids call me Dede because “grandma” just wasn’t happening. I’m far too cool to be a grandma – and I certainly don’t feel like one. But sometimes, even Dede’s mess up. A few days ago, I was at a family gathering and was squeezing my 10-year-old grandson in what I thought was a lovely…
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