My grandma and I have formed a close bond over time. In recent years, we’ve become friends – “bosom buddies”, my grandma had called it – as we talked over lunch on a cool day in early November. We spent the afternoon in a cozy booth at the Baker’s Square near her apartment complex in Edina, Minnesota, eye-to-eye, coffees in hand, immersed in conversation.
Read MoreMy grandma said it was in kindergarten when her mother had made the decision to divorce her father. With her siblings all in school and her mother having to support the family, she remembers spending most of her younger years on her own. In one memory, in which she was four years old, she was left alone in their small home.
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