When I was a kid, I didn't like my grandmother very much. My grandmother on my mom's side, that is. Her name is Mary Catherine.
I've written here a few times before about my other grandma, Linda, the one on my dad's side. Linda is, in many ways, the quintessential "grandma archetype." Throughout my childhood, she spoiled me with too many expensive gifts, made me cookies for snacks and bacon for breakfast, gave me nice clothes, kissed me on the…