A bighearted book of wisdom, wit, and insight,
celebrating the love and joy of being a grandmother, from
the Pulitzer Prize–winning columnist and #1 New York
Times bestselling author
It’s a little challenging to suss out why exactly it can
be so magical. . . . All I know is: The hand. The little
hand that takes yours, small and soft as feathers. I’m happy
our grandson does not yet have sophisticated language or a
working knowledge of personal finance, because if he took my
hand and said, “Nana, can you sign your 401(k) over to me,”
I can imagine myself thinking, well, I don’t really need a
retirement fund, do I? And besides, look at those eyelashes.
Or the greeting. Sometimes Arthur sees me and yells “Nana!”
in the way some people might say “ice cream!” and others say
“shoe sale!” No one else has sounded that happy to see me in
many many years.
Before blogs even existed, Anna Quindlen became a go-to
writer on the joys and challenges of family, motherhood, and
modern life, in her nationally syndicated column. Now she’s
taking the next step and going full nana in the pages of
this lively, beautiful, and moving book about being a
grandmother. Quindlen offers thoughtful and telling
observations about her new role, no longer mother and
decision-maker but secondary character and support to the
parents of her grandson. She writes, “Where I once led, I
have to learn to follow.” Eventually a close friend provides
words to live by: “Did they ask you?”
Candid, funny, frank, and illuminating, Quindlen’s singular
voice has never been sharper or warmer. With the same
insights she brought to motherhood in Living Out Loud
and to growing older in Lots of Candles, Plenty of
Cake, this new nana uses her own experiences to
illuminate those of many others.
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