My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

my mother, who used to braid my hair before school.

Not for my father, who had taught me to ride a bike.

Not for Lauren, who had shared a bedroom with me when we were kids and cried when I left for college.

But then I remembered Lauren stepping out of my Cadillac with a coffee in one hand and a shopping bag in the other, smiling as I stood on the porch continue reading …