The Day I Thought My Grandma Was Possessed

And all her friends were too.

The worst years of my childhood were when my parents — going through a horrible divorce — placed me with my grandma until the heat came down and it was safe to return home. It took 2 and a half years!

There were times I didn't think I was going to make it. With a strictly Catholic Italian background, she was as old school as it gets. And I soon started t…