Tag: grandparenting

Finding the Narrow Lane

Four years ago, I sat in bed on Sunday morning and, in a state of disbelief and incredible gratitude, read my essay in the New York Times. The Times’ editor gave the piece the title, “Fury Cannot Touch Me.” The title seemed overly dramatic… Continue Reading “Finding the Narrow Lane”

Finding the Narrow Lane

Four years ago, I sat in bed on Sunday morning and, in a state of disbelief and incredible gratitude, read my essay in the New York Times. The Times’ editor gave the piece the title, “Fury Cannot Touch Me.” The title seemed overly dramatic… Continue Reading “Finding the Narrow Lane”

I Lost the Rule Book

When she’s here, I make a bed on the floor next to our bed by stacking comforters and pillows. I turn down the blankets and put a stuffed animal on the pillow and my nine-year old granddaughter climbs in and goes right to sleep.… Continue Reading “I Lost the Rule Book”

From One to One of Many

I watch from afar. A grandmother does that. But as I watch, I remember the formation of my own family. I remember when my own daughter went from being one to one of many. She was graceful and helpful about it but looking back… Continue Reading “From One to One of Many”

The Melancholy of Sunday Night

It starts around 5:00. Before that, the day has hope. At 5:00, hope evaporates into little clouds of resignation that then gather and form a storm cloud of dread. It’s as if someone has given me a pill timed to dampen my mood and… Continue Reading “The Melancholy of Sunday Night”

Shark Week

The fundamental difference between my husband and me on the issue of childrearing comes down to this. Shark Week. Shark Week and Dog Week, exactly six months apart, are revered times in this house, well, for some people. Dog Week, a week in February… Continue Reading “Shark Week”