My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

been my grandfather’s gift after Noah was born. Silver, brand-new, with heated seats and enough trunk space for a stroller, diaper bags, groceries, all the ordinary things that suddenly mattered when you had a baby.

My grandfather had handed me the keys himself.

“For you and the baby,” he had said. “Not for show. Use it.”

But I had never really used it.continue reading …