Grandma's Game Plan

nty-two, my suburban New Jersey lif

e assistant," a title as flimsy as her tight dr

Rick, was completely under Brenda's spell, treati

dim, powerless, full of a qui

y desperate protests only made my father angry and def

me library job, blinding headlights and s

sh. Pain, then

new was Brenda' s work, became a body in a hospital bed, en

t I was a prisoner in my own skull, aware of

a fl

oke

body, nor was I in my

side my grandmother Esther' s body, recovering fro

r on the bedside table, a c

ree months befo

, in my grandmoth

sible; it was a miracu

my mother from

da Hayes before she c

ed by my previous helplessness,

ly going to pay, and t