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.
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
mother's little helper
In the grocery store today, I mused, "What else do we need?" Sweet little Lola murmured solicitously, "Gin? Do we have enough gin?"