Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Iris tells it like it is
Me: "Brush your teeth, children!"
Iris, to me, her mother: "You, brush your humanity! Brush your dignity!"