Editor’s note: In celebration of Grandparents’ Day on September 7, we’ve been running a series on grandparents and grandparenting. Enjoy this article from writer Risa Nye about her own grandmother. My grandmother, a “my way or the highway” type, served soft-boiled eggs to her two young granddaughters. When my sister and I protested that we …
When I first spotted Phil surrounded by a knot of kids, I knew that he was not the kind of boy who would give me a second look: tall, blonde, and dreamy in a 1960’s-California-surfer kind of way. He emitted a golden glow of unattainable charm: a Jewish Adonis. I, on the other hand, …
Oh, that first boyfriend… He lived up the block from me. We sat near each other in most of our classes that first year of junior high. My last name started with an E and his started with an F. The alphabet brought us together initially, but then we found ourselves under the influence of …
