Don’t Mess With Grandmothers

Ellie — I visited Seattle last week, staying a few blocks away from your parents’ townhouse. You’d changed a lot since I first saw you as a week-old newborn. For one thing, you’re smiling. Do you have any idea what undignified lengths presumably sane adults…

I’m Still Trying to Explain Myself

Ellie — Your grandfather and I talked to you on Facetime this week. Yes, we were the two wildly enthusiastic faces in that little high-tech rectangle who made lots of loud, gurgling┬ánoises and grinned in a deranged manner. No wonder you looked so perplexed. The…