I read a review of one of the “nany-tell-all” books about star moms and the reader was aghast. The word was that anchorwoman Katie Couric stood by the refrigerator sloppily eating ice cream from the carton, and that she left dirty clothes all over the house.
Today I saw a photo of a graceful ballerina striking a pose on her toes and I was filled with longing.
First let me remind all that I have a gorgeous new kitchen. I cling to that as the home surrounding that kitchen crumbles.
I am happy to report that the Belgrade Lakes in Maine are still fabulous. And in related news, Boston is also still delightful.
I am two inches slimmer today, or so the lovely woman told me last night.