The Minnesota Farm Woman

by Chris Quaal Vinson

Superhero Grandma

There is an unfinished portrait of me that hangs in our dining room. It was painted by my father, who was a great dad but definitely not a great portrait artist. I have written of this angry-looking alien baby before, and would never have mentioned her ever again, if it weren’t for my four-year-old grandson Max. Max has been having some bad dreams lately. Pretty typical for that age, but not fun. One would think this scary-looking portrait that hangs on my wall as a joke would be the stuff that nightmares were made of, but once I told him it was me, Max began to laugh.The content you are trying to access is only available to members. Sorry.

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