Grandma Died Without Ever Making Love.

No passion, no intimacy, no orgasms.

It’s the early 1990s. I’m a teenager sitting in the back seat of my mom’s Toyota Corolla. My Grandma Ruby’s in the front passenger seat, faintly humming along to STP’s ‘Creep’ coming from the radio. She doesn’t know this tune of course, but being ever the little songbird, she’d always try to sing along with whatever was playing. It…