Grandmother: But One Mere Glance

She has always been my buoy, a safe harbor to anchor. I know exactly where to find her: Reading the newspaper in the rust-colored, swivel chair, barefoot, wearing khakis she bought at Evelyn & Arthur. A light cashmere sweater drapes over the arm of her chair in case the A/C gives her chills. On the stand beside her is a book she reads between watching the news and reading the paper. A pair of binoculars rests next to her books, ready for her peer out at the Florida water birds, which she loves. And, her purse is within arms reach because the women in our family keep their purses at the ready, clutching them like security blankets. Where is my purse? She’d say when we’d help her into the car