This is my grandmother sitting on a bench in a polkadot dress in Corpus Christi, TX in the 50s. I love this picture. My grandmother, whom I adored, loved the beach. I miss her. I am always in search of ways to channel her vitality. She was a force. People she knew, or taught, or met still stop us to talk about her. . . to remember her. I can't be with her, but in my head on I'm on vacation, in a cute dress, sitting with her. Here's to imagination and remembrances in all forms. Happy Friday.