Alicia was a specific type of Wellesley woman, one whom I haven’t spoken of often because they tend to be loners. To be concise, she was an NPR listening, reusable grocery bag carrying, train the kids to bring home their lunch scraps for compost, turn the engine off at stop lights, historical society defending socialist …
“Are you Liz?” I looked up from undoing my velcro shoes and stood up straight. “I am, uh-” “Emily, I’m Emily Crum.” “Hi,” I said, scanning my brain and trying to figure out if I knew the woman and if so from where and when. “I thought I recognized your picture from the blog. I …
Life became more strange and more normal at the same time. For one thing it was as though someone had turned down the dial on the anxiety that has plagued me my entire life. I was more able to be present with my children. I didn’t give a flying fuck about the social scene in …
Over the next week Gen Hensley became a surprisingly frequent texter. For some unknown reason the woman had taken a liking to me and I couldn’t shake her. It began when I texted her Judith Kay’s contact information and then escalated to Gen basically live texting me from the Mani Pedi. The texts were basically …
