Gramma sat beside me on our screened porch, fanning, humming, working on her Celebrity Search-A-Word with a blue Bic and exclaiming when she found Fonda or Newman tucked among the gibberish letters.
It was July in Georgia and that meant hot, hot, hot all day and hot, hot, hot at night - just with mosquitos. Gramma's sun-warmed skin was sweat-
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Thank you for reading! My gramma was my first real love, and migraines…terrible. The idea for this came to me in my car, when early morning light hit my eye just right and I thought “Gotta get the sunglasses or I’ll get a migraine!”
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Thank you. I’ve never tried writing about migraines before. They are so bad that I have an unreasonable fear that if I just think about them very long I’m going to cause one to appear like some bogeyman in a nightmare.
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They ARE terrible. My grandmother was so good to me- thank you for reading!
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I love how descriptive your writing is. You did well giving us a child's perspective. I love how she described her grandma.
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I’m so glad you got skipped in that genetic bingo game! I still get migraines but not as often as I used to. I was trying to remember what that was like when the pain left me so confused and wiped out when I was a kid. Thank you for reading!
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Thank you! My grandmother was definitely one of the most important people in my early life, and the migraines are part of my origin story, lol!
I am glad you don’t get them - I wouldn’t wish them on anybody!
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