If Grandma Goldman ever smiled, she must have done it in the bathroom with the door locked. She had been the undisputed head of her own family, ruling with an iron hand and a mouth full of rocks. — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
My parents professed to believe in God, but I rarely heard his name mentioned unattached to 'damn' or 'sakes' or 'willing. — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
my mother insisted that I had to try things on to make sure they were becoming. Becoming what, I always asked. — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
If Grandma Goldman ever smiled, she must have done it in the bathroom with the door locked. She had been the undisputed head of… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
“Nobody's perfect,' my mother said. 'You'll have to learn to get along with him.' 'You can't learn to get along with him,' I said,… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
“Children should be seen and not heard,' my mother contributed grimly, ganging up on me. That was the worst part, having her join the… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
“He is not a pleasant person,' I said. 'I don't know what we need him for.' 'You'll just have to learn to get along… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
“I suppose I ought to describe my father, but it isn't easy. Sometimes over the years he seemed one thing and sometimes another. He… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
