That’s No Midget, That’s My Grandmother
Every year, Grandma comes to spend the winter with us in California – an effort to avoid the Chicago winters and the risk of [...]
We did not relish listening to praise and platitudes about a woman who was, to put it charitably, hard to get along with.
How We Like Our Eggs
The skin on my grandmother’s hands was paper thin. It’s what I remember most about her. She also had piercing brown eyes and [...]
In the early 1950’s, my grandmother lived along the highway between Palm Springs and Los Angeles. She raised chickens [...]
He Was the Egg Man
He bought us ice cream and pretended to scold us when we stuck out our tongues to lick our cones. When we sat next to him [...]
Baby Girl Downstairs in the open loft apartment, I hear above me my daughter and her husband and my new grandbaby having one [...]
Grampa’s hands Grampa had sparkly brown eyes that simply shone when he told stories about his postal delivery days, or [...]
A Nudge and a Hug From Grandma
My life today is all about memories. I share them from the past and make them for the future. Growing up, my grandmother gave [...]
A Valentine to My Grandkids
The thing that connects babies to their parents and children to their grandparents is love.
Gladie and Erv
Before I gave Gladys and Erv Pfau their first grandchild, of unknown sex (I was 32 years old, had been married to their [...]
Those Were the Days, My Friend
Readers of Retrospect may recall my maternal grandparents from two other stories, No Way To Say Goodbye, about my [...]
My Grandmother Jocelyn Would Be Proud
One morning my parents sat me down and told me that Jocelyn had passed away… that was when I started being serious about [...]
Charles and Louise — Liars, lovers, and mythmakers
I never knew my grandparents. They died long before I was born. My father died before he could describe them to me. Given the [...]
I don’t have a fantastic story about bonding with my grandparents. Unfortunately, being of Japanese descent, there is [...]
John and Stella
A story about a boy, his grandmother, and a boat.
To Be or Not to Be, that is the Question
Grandmothers and their joys and waiting patiently for what will be.
Belle & Zalman
My mother’s parents came from Bialystock, still part of Russia when they met in 1902. I have a fancy dress from [...]
Best Gift Ever
Other than possibly a bicycle I got for Christmas when I was 11 or 12 years old, I cannot recall any gift I ever received as [...]
She passed for 16 so she could work in a garment factory. She never saw the inside of a school room but had wanted to be a [...]
As a historical novelist, I love doing research. I can and do lose days at a time finding and reading background information [...]
Voices from Maine
Sensory images congealing into a poem about my Grandmother's Maine
Visits from My Grandfather
It is his scent that comes back to me most strongly: a mixture of leather, Barbasol shaving cream, and cigars.