The difficulty in being a beautiful human

Not beauty beauty per se, but spiritual radiance.

This beautiful woman is my grandmother. She never complained. She said, “We never guess; we look it up.” She cleaned like hell when she was furious. She is demure elegance and fierce grace.

I sat on the edge of my mom’s flowered recliner tonight holding her hand as she snuggled her Sphinx cat underneath a towel in her lap protecting the velvety kitty lik…