In Praise of Starter Grandchildren
My starter grandbaby is teaching me that children can simply be joy.
My starter grandbaby is teaching me that children can simply be joy.
I am primed and ready to play a three-minute set for an audience of preschoolers, but it doesn’t matter because the only person I’m playing for now is me.
Beverlywood Bakery is where my grandmother — my Bubbie — and I got off the public bus after shopping at the May Company department store every Saturday of my childhood.
It can seem impossible at times, imagining how small acts of goodness can possibly make a big difference in a world gone wild. But it does, and it has.