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.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
cosmopolitan five year-olds
Lola's friend Stella said at playtime, "Follow me, Lola! I know a great hotel in Paris!"
"Do they have massages?" inquired world-weary Lola.