When my older sister announced her pregnancy, my mother announced, shortly thereafter, that she didn’t want to be called grandma, granny, gran or any variation of grandmother. I assumed it was because grandmother meant old and my mother, who had always shrouded her age in secrecy, didn’t want any clues to her age. She’d been […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on the mother of my grandaughter’s mother: a grandmother’s quest to find the right nameTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both… Robert Frost “Mom, please tell me….if it’s going to be too hard on you, I won’t go.” Caitlin and I were sitting outside at Emporio Rulli, our neighborhood Italian Bakery drinking tea on a shimmering fall day. She was scheduled to […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on the path not taken: a mother and her aid worker daughterAlice is in love. The object of her affection is Jasper, a hefty Labradoodle who looks more like a bear than a dog. They are both shaggy but otherwise they are a picture of contrasts. She’s a creamy 25 pounder; he’s chocolate and weighs 75 pounds. Every day when we pass Jasper’s house on our […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on it’s true, all men are bastards: when your dog falls in love with a fickle partnerIn April of 2008 I quit my job at the local health department in Austin and flew to Nigeria to help track and treat a meningitis epidemic with my on again, off again employer Doctors Without Borders. It all happened so quickly that I was barely able to pack my bag for the summer, much […]
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