While most of her friends here spent their weekends standing
in line to nab a table at a restaurant so overcrowded they’d dine with elbows
in their backs, Lydia could be found, more often than not, out in Rye with her
sister, pushing broccoli puree inside of rigatoni so that little Jane would get
some veggies down, or sitting with Sally’s eldest, Lucy, on a stack of hay as
Peter rode Beltello around and around.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Cut from a new book project
And
for what? It would be one thing if she worked hard to clothe and feed her
children to outfit them with the energy and outerwear they needed for the day,
but her five and eight year old used all of their consumed calories to stare at
glowing screens.
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