“Recently, I was at the playground with my daughter and it was time to reapply her sunscreen, so I called her using her nickname, the first two letters of her name repeated. ‘Gigi! Come here sweetie!’ As she dutifully trotted over, a pretty woman in her late-50s or early-60s perked up brightly. ‘Gigi? That’s what my grandkids call me!’ On cue, another woman around the same age and description joined us. ‘Is her name Gigi? That’s so cute: that’s my grandma name!’” And it’s got her wondering: Whatever happened to good ole ‘Grandma’? — Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor | 
