Epiphany # 1 and a half: I said “dial” and I don’t think I’ve “dialed” a number for a very, very, very long time.
Epiphany #2: The Perfect Grandson might begin his toddler years with either a woman or an African American as President. It’s likely. And none of this will be a big deal to him or to any of his little buddies. All their lives. Imagine that.
Epiphany #3: I’m middle-aged. Hmmm. I guess if I live to be ninety, that’s true. I know this because my mother introduced me to one of her acquaintances as Monda, my middle-aged daughter. In public.
Epiphany #4: I knew big hair would come back. It was just a matter of time.