Family Life

One Lucky Granddaughter

On October 15th, I lost my grandmother to cancer. The disease engulfed Dot’s body almost as quickly as she learned the diagnosis. Three days earlier, when the doctors assured she still had a few weeks, I returned home from my hospital visit, gathered my

When I Write

I write in between blowing on hot food and gluing dried leaves to paper plates. I write in between clipping fingernails and carefully picking up broken pieces of glass. I write in between dropping uneaten food into the garbage and pulling tags off of unworn clothes. I

To My Son, Turning 8

  By Wendy Wisner for Brain, Child: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers When I turned 8 years old, I declared 8 my favorite number. I liked its loopy, curvy shape. I traced it on the roof of my mouth. I saw it everywhere, and in everything. Eight o’clock