I stood in front of this photograph for nearly ten minutes at the Gordon Parks exhibit at the MFA. There’s something about this photo, and something in the air lately, that makes me appreciate and long for the wisdom of older women.
Issues of female representation in both my professional and personal lives are increasingly top-of-mind. I long for the perspective of someone who has been to hell and back, and can tell me how they did it.
A friend of mine just lost her grandmother, and we both reflected on how cruel it is that at the age when we appreciate them most, they have to go. In lieu of bringing them back, we can celebrate and share their legacies.
I’m collecting grandma lessons and memories, and I’d love to include yours. Email me one or several stories of your grandmother, and maybe some photos, too, and I'll include them in installments published on Medium.
The first collection of stories in the series can be found here.
I miss you, Grandma. I’m more sorry than ever that we can’t be together now.