Becky

“. . . and when nanas die they leave grandchildren and perhaps a trace memory of being coddled, kissed, attended to, and loved, of being chased across the lawn or rocked in the middle of the night or taken seriously. In Nanaville there is always in the back of my mind the understanding that I am building a memory out of spare parts and that, someday, that memory will be all that's left of me.”
― Anna Quindlen, Nanaville: Adventures in Grandparenting

“Books and poems and people standing together in protest and lighting the flag on fire doesn’t matter one iota when we are dying of thirst, burning from the sun, sinking into the sea. Day Zero approaches for us all. For some, it’s earlier than others, but it’s always there, a looming deadline for when we all expire.”
― Michelle Min Sterling, Camp Zero