Drinking Whiskey From Teacups

Remembering my grandmothers

When I left the house I’d lived in for 11 years, I didn’t take the plates and silverware we’d gotten for our wedding or the towels I’d purchased a year before at a Macy’s after-Christmas sale. I didn’t take any of the pots and pans that had been carefully selected after weeks of research and put on our registry. The pots were Calphalon; we were told the…