This is a photo of me and my grandmother at Christmas. I was fourteen in the photo. I learned over the years, after my grandmother’s death, all about her life. She was an amazing woman. She the only other writer in my family.
She wrote under a man’s name because in her time, women were not allowed to be sports writers. Yes, you read that right. My grandmother wrote for sporting magazines. She was a huge wrestling fan. She wrote articles about the wrestlers. She even traveled with them.
She most likely had a thousand stories that she never got to tell.
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