For a woman my age, I have a sizeable amount of grandchildren and last Monday evening most all of them and their mamas were at my house having tacos. I was in the kitchen getting everything prepped and ready while everybody else wrangled the babies and toddlers when Julia, the next to the oldest, strolled into the kitchen with me. At eight-years-old she is just tall enough to comfortably rest her chin on the bar. To stand before her, she looked like a talking head. For her, she says this is a milestone. Because for years she was not able...

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