In The Garden Living an RPG Life

Just received copies of letters my grandmother wrote to Langston Hughes, “Lankie” to her.  I didn’t know my great-grandfather played piano.  I knew he was a caterer so I imagine getting a home-cooked meal at the Cowdery’s was a treat.

I only know my grandmother from her book of poetry.  Among the letters is the one in which she tells Langston of her manuscript being accepted.

I’ve such a loneliness for her.  She was all I wanted to be and didn’t know how to become and here she is talking to someone else.  It’s not fair!  She should have been mine!!