*My Grandma, The Moon* EXCERPT: I prepared myself for a seven-hour stretch in the car, which wasn’t terribly challenging after so much practice. I had Peaches the artist to keep me company (“keep on it, keep on it, you own it…”) and perfect faith that seven hours was no big deal, that I could eat it up, that it was a privilege to have so much uninterrupted time to myself. And so it was. Road-Trip-gasm!