Biscotti

My paternal grandmother was a very sweet and hardworking person. She toiled in the garment industry in Manhattan her whole adult life, work that rendered her hands arthritic and gnarled. And yet she did it without complaint. I did not know her well, as my father had decided to live on the West Coast—which must have been difficult for him, as he really loved and respected his mom. As for me, other than a sweaty July visit to New York when I was thirteen, I had no real knowledge of her. But o