Two weeks ago, my 81-year-old Aunt Deba and her husband called to wish me “Happy birthday!” I asked her if she remembered the day I was born, and she did. I’ll tell it in her words, but be sure to read it with an extreme Southern accent. “Of course I remember! [Uv coh-us I remembuh!] … [Read more…]
In the last week, various experiences have prompted me to reflect on previous years. Steve asked about memorable birthdays and the two I recall best are my sixteenth, my sixtieth, and my sixty-second. (Something about those sixes…) On my sixteenth birthday, a Saturday, I’d cleaned my room all day and Mother told me to shower … [Read more…]
The book I’m now reading, Eye of My Heart, is a compilation of stories about grandmothering, given to me by my dear sister-in-law, newly blessed with granddaughter Lola. As the compiler says, these stories show the “glories and glitches,” the “pleasures and perils,” of grandmotherhood. Which has made me think not only of my experience as … [Read more…]
