I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

in her hands.

“I’m flying to meet my grandson for the first time.”

I glanced at her.

“How old is he?”

“Almost six months.”

That surprised me.

“You haven’t met him yet?”

Patrice shook her head.

“My daughter and I haven’t been getting along.”

There was something embarrassed in her voice now.

“She says I criticize everything she does. Where she lives. Her boyfriend.continue reading …