Growing up, my sisters and I spent most weekends with our grandparents in Brooklyn. The special time with my grandmother allowed me to learn lessons about love and self-worth. My grandmother's ...

When I was a kid, my grandma loved to tell me about her collection of salt and pepper shakers. She would pull her favorites down from custom-built shelves she had installed in her home — she always ...

Bright, dewy leaves from the magnolia trees sway in the wind beside the terrace. My 95-year-old great-grandmother, Mamita Olga, sits on a wooden chair beside a plastic table. Every summer vacation or ...