“He was made of stacks of gold jewelry, polarized Oakleys, nylon tracksuits, a finely carved goatee painted black, and halo of hair always dyed red.” This sentence was pure poetry! It’s clear the impact he hand on you, and just how distinctive his stature was in this world. Hope he’s resting well 💜🙏🏾
Wow I loved reading this, one of my favorites of your essays so far. Such gorgeous writing and recollection. Never get rid of all that grease, it’s nourishing, enjoy that mac and cheese!❤️
I knew your writing was gorgeous from your TikTok but wow... thank you for sharing your important family history. I hope you do write many books, including about your grandpa! He sounds like one hell of a character. I hope your “mac & cheese” was relaxing
“He was made of stacks of gold jewelry, polarized Oakleys, nylon tracksuits, a finely carved goatee painted black, and halo of hair always dyed red.” This sentence was pure poetry! It’s clear the impact he hand on you, and just how distinctive his stature was in this world. Hope he’s resting well 💜🙏🏾
Wow I loved reading this, one of my favorites of your essays so far. Such gorgeous writing and recollection. Never get rid of all that grease, it’s nourishing, enjoy that mac and cheese!❤️
You are one of the rare examples of how poetry and reality live in communion, and this essay is the perfect snapshot of it. Thank you for sharing.
I knew your writing was gorgeous from your TikTok but wow... thank you for sharing your important family history. I hope you do write many books, including about your grandpa! He sounds like one hell of a character. I hope your “mac & cheese” was relaxing
Loved reading this. Thank you for sharing🤎
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I just love the way you write