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 noises and grinned in a deranged manner. No wonder you looked so perplexed. The…

In Short …

A 21st century grandmother talks to her new granddaughter about life, womanhood, dreams, failures, love, kindness, and not taking herself too seriously. Since the granddaughter is an infant, the conversation will be a bit one-sided. This might change, the grandmother thinks.

Dear Ellie

You’ve now been in this world almost 48 hours. Forty-eight hours of photo flashes and prying, poking doctors and grinning, rhapsodic parents and rumbling traffic and leaking breasts and blaring sirens. Kind of a wild, teeming mess, isn’t it? Welcome! I’m your maternal grandmother, Ruth…