The Potty Mouth Granny

  • What are you most proud of in your life? The fact that all three of my children are college graduates with multiple degrees. I raised my children in the hood as a poor working class Black woman and you guys know the stereotypes. So yes, I’m proud of my babies and fuck all of you…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • More About Books

    It’s been so many people who have disappointed me — but one thing that never has is books. From the moment I learned to read, books have been my constant friends. They’ve been there when people weren’t. They’ve taken me places I could only dream of and introduced me to lives so different from my…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • The Human Side of Myths: Stories of Monsters and Spirits

    Across time and tongue, humanity has told the same stories under different stars. In the hush of night, around fires that crackled with both warmth and warning, people have whispered of spirits that rise, beasts that prowl, and angels that fall. But beneath every monster’s face and every god’s name lies something achingly human —…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • The Myths We Carry

    Across time and tongue, humanity has told the same stories under different stars. In the hush of night, around fires that crackled with both warmth and warning, people have whispered of spirits that rise, beasts that prowl, and angels that fall. But beneath every monster’s face and every god’s name lies something achingly human —…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • Grieving Isn’t Linear

    “They told me time would heal.But time doesn’t move in a straight line — it circles back.Some days, I laugh again.Some days, I break again.Grief isn’t a journey forward — it’s a spiral inward.” Healing isn’t forgetting — it’s remembering differently. “Just when I think I’ve healed…a song, a scent, a song on a Sunday…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • Musical Musings

    When it comes to music, I gravitate towards music that fulfills a need in my soul. Now, the soul is a multifaceted being, therefore, my soul has different needs. Sometimes, my soul needs Donny Hathaway. Passionate. Longing. Poignant. On other days, my soul needs Sade. Silky. Cool. Sultry. And sometimes, my soul needs Too Short.…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • Scrambled Eggs, Lightly Dusted

    I’ve been watching MeTv Toons for over a year and whenever I hear the familiar voices of Magilla Gorilla, Woody Woodpecker, and so many others, I’m taken aback to living at 7246 South University back in the seventies. I am a little girl again. It’s Saturday morning and I’m nagging my mother to make me…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • Music, Music, Music

    Three years ago, I went to a concert solo—and I had an absolute blast! I went to see Duran Duran, one of my favorite 80s bands of all time. And of course, the night was made even better by the fact that one of my many “don’t-know-they’re-my-men” crushes was there: the band’s lead guitarist, John…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • Double Nickels Coming Up Shortly

    In just a few months, I’ll be 55 years old—and I can’t wait. To some people, that probably sounds strange, because society is obsessed with youth and soaked in ageism. But honestly? I don’t give a flying fuck. I’ve lived. I’ve survived. I’ve been through storms most people couldn’t imagine. Health scares. The heartbreak of…

    thepottymouthgranny

  • The Magic Remote

    The dating scene sucks. Like, majorly. If you scroll through social media, you’ll see a lot of women just tapping out—done with the games, done with the nonsense, chilling like a pack of villains, secretly plotting to take over the damn world. But let’s not lie to ourselves: every woman gets horny. At least I…

    thepottymouthgranny