An interview with Kim Liao about her new book, "Where Every Ghost Has a Name," telling the story of her grandfather and the Taiwan independence movement.
Grandmothers and mothers are so dear in Somali culture. They bring healing, prayers, knowledge and so much love into the family. “Hooyo,” meaning mother in Somali, has the root word “hoy,” meaning home. Your home is wherever Hooyo is.
"A generation filled with change / that our past fulfills ..." A poem about the new generation of women and what they inherit from generations before them.
My great-great-grandfather, Albert Hockstader, was, at one point in the late 1890s, the president of the Hebrew Free School Association. I discovered this while reading a New York Times article from December 27, 1898...
Virginia Woolf's 1938 book-essay "Three Guineas" responds to an imaginary letter sent from an “educated gentleman,” asking Woolf to join his efforts to prevent war. She proceeds to lay out why it is she cannot answer his request.
For most twins, as they grow older, the tendency to be inseparable falls away, as each one starts to find his or her own identity and likes. But for 64-year-old Entumbane identical twin sisters, this has not been the case.
My maternal great-grandmother Odora walked out of her village near Lviv in Ukraine as a teenager, alone. She walked across Germany to make her way to New York City.
I grew up with my Aba and Mai. I adored my grandfather, and used to follow him everywhere as a child... But, looking back, it was my Mai who would shape my life more than I ever realized.
For years, I was too ashamed of the abortion I had at sixteen to tell anyone. I had to cross state lines to get abortion care because the law in Massachusetts required that I get parental consent.
When people ask me why I believe in ghosts or spirits, the answer is simple: it’s because I have firsthand experience with them.
The matrilineal heritage of the Navajo has stayed strong while the Navajo Nation itself—its people and infrastructure—has suffered some of the worst economic, and now health, conditions in the country.
In this excerpt from her book, The Cost of Freedom: A Family Memoir of Taiwanese Independence, Kim Liao imagines what her grandmother's childhood in early 1900s Chinatown might have been like.
An interview with singer Martha Reeves by CBC Radio host Carol Off looks at the life of the late Mary Wilson of the Supremes.
Elliott Yoakum reconstructs a recipe for pancakes to explore his relationship with his grandmother.
A gathering of grandmother recipes that will keep on growing...
Now could not be a more important time for the Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers.
A poem by Alice Walker, from her collection Hard Times Require Furious Dancing, calls on the grandmother spirit and on us to clear the way for wise women today, and tomorrow.
I have fleeting, but specific, memories of my great-grandmother, Edna Hellman, or “Grandy,” as my father and everyone else called her.
The story of my great-grandmother, Rosa Puron Garcia, is really my father Domingo Barros’s story.
Being a mother is something that tears through the skin, leaving deep scars. It means to inhabit one’s own history, while living outside oneself.
My grandmother, who I called Nana, was the best-dressed woman in all of Berlin, or so my mother used to say.
My grandmother’s family was on the other side of the mountain when the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima seventy-five years ago.
I have a grandmother I never got to meet. She was my father’s mother, Jean Hellman.
I never met my grandmother, whose name was Tillie (Chaya Taube) Green; she died when I was just a few weeks old.
It was a big deal when my grandmother bought the land on Carver Road in the 1970s to build her dream home.
I almost never made it into this world due to China’s notorious one-child policy.
When I was little she showed me how to dance in the kitchen. One knee raised, arms bent 90 degrees at the elbow...
A couple of months ago, while having lunch with my Dad, I reminded him that my great-grandmother, Sara, had come to America alone...
In August of 1936, my family, Mom, Dad, Nona, and I, were returning from Europe on the Conte di Savoia.
My great-aunt Florence (Florence Carey) was born in 1907 and died at 96 in 2003. She was never married and not an actual grandmother...
An interview with Kim Liao about her new book, "Where Every Ghost Has a Name," telling the story of her grandfather and the Taiwan independence movement.
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