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"Now tell us your name." "My name is Alyson Grauer." "Hmmmmmm." I stand still, watching Nan peer thoughtfully at me behind her owlish glasses. My classmates are silent, listening, watching. I know I'm not supposed to feel nervous, but being on the spot in front of Nan is inherently an intense place to be. This… Continue reading “Oh, Kiddo!” – Remembering Nan