Wanda was my grandmother, creative director and spiritual guide…

She was fun. She knew how to play. When we weren’t working on our monthly craft kit, sewing, or painting rocks, we would make blue thimble biscuits using Jiffy biscuit mix. Little biscuits cut with a thimble. We drank diet Shasta cola and watched Merv Griffin, The Mike Douglas Show and the Gong Show. On Sundays, we would walk to church. Wanda did not drive. After church, we would go dumpster diving. I. wrote this little poem years ago: “Dumpster diving, dumpster diving in our Sunday best, oh what treasures you can find in an urban treasure chest.” I wish I would have told her how much she meant to me.