Reflections on Identity
How Infidelity Binds Me to My Grandmother
Her loss, my gain
6 min readSep 30, 2021
Every morning since my husband and I separated three and a half years ago, I have clasped onto my wrist a thin gold bangle bracelet that once belonged to my paternal grandmother. She died twenty-five years ago and we have little in common except for one indelible bond that unites us even in her…
