When she was dumped by her boyfriend, Awanthi Vardaraj thought her heart would never heal. Then her grandma coaxed her into the kitchen.
Stories from a quiet revolution
From February, 2017
“I know that they need me, but I need them more”
Thanks to Francie Robertson of Cascade, Montana for submitting this poem, which she wrote when her grandson Titus was a baby, his brother Jude was 2, and she was their daytime caregiver.
He was hurt and angry, so his grandma made him work
After his parents divorced, Laird Hunt was sent to live with his grandmother, a “tough-as-nails taskmaster” with an 80-acre farm.