I can’t seem to get my granddaughter Josette off my mind. The last time she visited me I couldn’t help but think that she seemed troubled. In our conversations it just felt that she really would have liked to confide in me about our job, but of course with the nature of it, that would not be possible. On more than one occasion a thought would come to her and she would say, “I need to go make a note of something in my journal”.

“Oh, you keep a diary? I didn’t know anyone kept those things anymore.”

“Oh yes, it’s just work stuff.”

“Of course, you thorough girl, why would I think anything less of you.”

I imagine that at times, her job in Washington can probably be perplexing and stressful, even though she is very capable of managing all levels of complexity at once.

I worry too much about my children and my grandchildren. Isn’t that what mothers and grandmothers are supposed to do?

She will be just fine.