Here’s a threads series of DiscoBallMoments featuring my sweet grandmother I’m calling “Moments with Mama Jo”, sharing the musings of daily life visiting one of my last living blood relatives. When I was 25, my grandmother and namesake Mama Jo called me a “woman of the night” for wanting to go to a jazz bar, solo. This week I’m 42 and she’s 89, 16 years into a battle with Alzheimer’s disease, and tells my bf she “wants to see his FancyPants” and looks at him slyly. 😂 Full circle, Mama Jo. 🪩