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 daughterImage via Couture Allure Easter Sunday. I’m 10 years old. While other families are attending Easter sunrise services at the Hollywood Bowl, my family is in my father’s Buick heading to Rand’s Roundup in Hollywood – a restaurant billed as an urban chuck wagon. I’m clutching my Easter basket – my brother is 14 and […]
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