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, Xanax, and the occasional cocktail?!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
not Shrub, no
"Can you pray to the President?" Lola asked.
She couldn't understand why we --- Anton, Iris, and I --- reacted with horror.