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.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
As I was chauffeuring the children about, out of the blue Lucy shouted, "STOP IT, DAMN BRAIN! DAMN BRAIN!" at herself.