Sunday afternoons in Yonkers used to be ‘What We’re Cooking Sundays’ but the girl-child is gone away for her summer job in the woods. She was home for a few hours on Friday night to wash her laundry, flush some toilets (her camp is in the woods and those woods do not come with built in plumbing) and to watch ‘Orange is the New Black’ with the three girls who came home with her for the night.
With A, her three friends, me, Britney the Wonder Cat and Chloe the Super Bunny, there were seven women in the house at once. I’d say it was too loud, or too many people or too something, but the truth is that I love it. When I was a kid, the last thing on my mind was having children. I thought I’d be a spy, traveling all over the world doing good – I thought all spies were good – it was the 80s, what did I know. I thought I’d live in Australia and raise koalas. Then I imagined I’d move to Japan and be a sushi chef. Once, I thought I’d build beautiful places like the Taj Majal or fight fires like Smokey the Bear. I am nothing if not a product of being born in 1972.