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, November 21, 2007
why oh why, cruel fates?
"Why was I born a pencilneck?" eight year-old Iris Uber Alles mourned. "Why, why, why? Why must I be a pencilneck?"