My Nanny

I have written on this site, since it's inception, about my Nanny. My Nanny was my grandmother on my dad's side. She was incredibly special to me, and I lost her when I was 13 years old after a furious 6 month battle with cancer. She is why I have a thing for feathers and lucky pennies. She ...

an ode to a Bubbie

Bubbie, dearest--how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I'd wax poetic (har!) about all your charms, but don't have enough time in my days. A Bubbie devoted, you have been, since the dawn of this baby's time, when your favorite little star was a mere twinkle in your eye. Before she was born, you knitted for her, cooed to her, and ...