Grandparents often suspect autism before parents do, but they sometimes hesitate to voice their concern, a new study reveals.
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.
The best stories from my site and around the web in 2016.
A New Jersey family marks the holiday each year with lights, cookies, and a party in honor of a long-lost matriarch.
This picture book celebrates both the bond between kids and their grandparents and the transcendent power of a story well told.
Though Frederick Douglass was born into slavery, he was “a spirited, joyous, uproarious, and happy boy,” thanks to his grandma, who raised and protected him.
Thanks to Craig and Tina Abernethy of San Diego for submitting this shot of themselves with their granddaughter, Calla, on Halloween last year.
All the Girl Scouts troops in her California town were full, so Kathy Richardson started a new one for her granddaughter and her friends.
I’ve been asking grandparents around the country what they’re called and why. Here are a few of their stories.
The monumental stress of raising a child with autism can be eased by grandparents, who are often “ideally suited” to provide parents with support, scholars say.
When she was six, Simone Biles was adopted by her grandparents. Now, she’s the best gymnast in the world.
The lonely plight of “satellite babies.”
For kids, summer means dirt and sand and water and sun. It means shorts and swings and popsicles and peaches. But most of all, what summer means for kids is freedom. These books beautifully capture that.
Francine Prose returns to an island she fell in love with years ago.
A picture book about what happens when parents get out of the way.
Kids need love. Grandparents are good at giving it. That’s why an army of them is being recruited to serve in the public schools of Syracuse, New York, where too many students have been getting suspended and too few have been graduating.
Photographer Annie Leibovitz recently shot this portrait of Queen Elizabeth, who just turned 90, with her five great-grandchildren and two youngest grandchildren.
You’ll need some olive oil, a good butcher, and this recipe for Neapolitan ragù.
A retired pastry chef in Texas surprised his great-grandchildren on Easter with this one-of-a-kind confection.
In this pastel by William Merritt Chase (1849-1916), his wife and daughter are preparing for a visit with his mother.
I spent the final weeks of winter reading all the picture books I could find about spring. Here are my favorites. They’re simple, they’re deep, and they’re as gorgeous as the season.
In this extraordinary picture book, a girl’s grandfather inspires her to live well and do good.
Guy and Joanne Sinclair have been raising their granddaughter since their daughter got hooked on heroin.
A tribute to grandparents for Valentine’s Day.
After her husband died in 1945, Eleanor Roosevelt traveled the world as a diplomat, speaker, and activist. But she was never too busy for her granddaughter.
A poem about grandmothers by Lucille Clifton (1936-2010).
As a boy, Allen Say barely knew his grandpa. As a man, he came to understand him. That’s why he created Grandfather’s Journey, a picture book for which he won the Caldecott Medal in 1994.
Would her grandma remember her? Jane Kim, 41, wasn’t sure. It had been 23 years since she’d last visited her in Korea, and she was nearly 100 years old.
Grandparents matter in profound, enduring, and sometimes unexpected ways. That’s what I learned from these recordings, which were made by three American families for the oral history project StoryCorps.
“Imagine it: During the holidays, instead of using gadgets to ignore each other, we might use them as an excuse to look each other in the eye and listen.”
Shouldn’t grandparents matter as much in movies as they do in real life?
The story behind the famous poem about a boy who’s bursting with excitement to see his grandparents on Thanksgiving.
When Marsha Boyer was diagnosed with cancer, she feared her grandkids would never know her. Here’s what happened next.
Here’s a beautiful video about the national Foster Grandparent program, which pairs volunteers ages 55 and over with children who need a tutor, a mentor, or both.
The legendary anthropologist Margaret Mead was homeschooled for most of her childhood by her grandmother, an iconoclast who rejected rote instruction as “stultifying” and emphasized learning by doing instead.
Children who live with a single mother and at least one grandparent fare just as well as children who live with both parents, research shows.
Her son was wounded in Iraq. But Gail Kirby has a lot to celebrate.
“Having grandchildren expands your heart beyond all boundaries you’ve ever known,” says Elaine Dove of Tustin, Calif. “It’s like loving your children on steroids.”
A new study finds that teens who maintain close, loving relationships with their grandparents suffer fewer emotional and behavioral problems than their peers.
It’s not important that children know about nature, Rachel Carson believed; what matters is that they delight in it. But they won’t unless they’re shown the way, she warned.
Isn’t it time we discarded the myths and misconceptions about grandparents and started giving them their due?
There are a lot of good reasons to move closer to your grandkids. Then again, there are some good reasons to stay where you are. I asked some grandparents who made the move what happened next.
A virtuoso celebrates his grandpa.
A little girl finds a home.
Kay Falvey, 89, presides joyfully over a massive clan.
Parents and grandparents need one another. How can they learn to get along?
Mary Cassatt painted this portrait of her mother, nephew, and nieces on a family vacation near Paris in the summer of 1880.
A grandma in Massachusetts saves “every single thing” her granddaughters scribble, paint, sculpt, and glue.
“It’s important to remember the White House is such a bizarre place,” says the author of a recent book on the Obamas. “I think Mrs. Robinson acts as a calming presence.”
A poem by David McCord (1897-1997).