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.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
"I wish I were a bird, so I could poop wherever I want," said Lola wistfully. "A bluebird! I wish I were a bluebird."