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, August 25, 2012
Lola is concerned about me going to the Burning Man festival. Last night she pleaded, "Don't go! Muzzy is going to be set on fire!"
"I'm not going to be set on fire."
"You'll never come back!"
When I told her I was going to miss her, she whispered clandestinely, "You can just stay home." I couldn't argue with that logic.