LILA: Don’t you want to hold my hand? ME: Of course! I love to hold your little hand. LILA: Do you love all the little parts of my hand, like all the little nails and everything? ME: Yes! I love all your parts. Every freckle and every hair. I even love the parts that you… Continue reading an actual conversation
Today Boyd, Lila, Lou and I braved Berkeley Bowl together, our first major grocery run as a family of four. Berkeley Bowl is my least favorite place, but there’s no denying that it’s cheaper and has a better selection than Whole Foods. So, I agreed to go despite the inevitable brushes with patchouli-dipped hipsters “being… Continue reading berkeley bowl
Four weeks after Lila was born, I joined a moms’ group with other new moms who had babies of the same age. There are ten of us in all and, miraculously, they are all people I’d have chosen to be friends with. In fact, the absence of a Designated Misfit, or at least a discernible… Continue reading the party guest
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