Reflection
Benjamin “Buz” Graham Jr. died peacefully at home surrounded by his family on March 12, 2025 after a long encounter with multiple cancers. He left us at seventy-nine, nine days short of his eightieth birthday. During his last five years, this compassionate doctor...
Reflection
When Russia bombed Odessa last year, my sorrow for her people stirred up an old regret: a powerful, long-standing feeling that there, long ago, I disappointed my Grandpa Ben. I was sixteen and my grandfather Benjamin Graham was seventy-three. We were passengers on a...
Reflection
When I was a little girl, I knew my Grandpa Ben was rich. He and his family and their awfully nice help person Lucy occupied a gorgeous mansion in Beverly Hills, while my family lived in an ordinary house near New Haven. The summer I turned six, my family was...
Reflection
How extraordinary that, just when I’m ready to write about my Grandpa Ben, I find this photograph of him tucked in a box on my office shelf. I don’t remember seeing the photo before, but surely I must have when it arrived by airmail, almost fifty years ago. The...
