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.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
"You are so lucky to have a little Lola! I love myself! I love myself!" Lola said to me at the breakfast table.