Dear Zoe, The first time I met you was at your parents’ Chicago house. You were squirming, pink, and about the size of a hami melon. When your mom (nervously) put you in my arms, I felt the meaning of not just life but continuity. At that point in my life, I had already held quite a few babies from …
May Is For Family: SF
I have this theory that if you keep moving fast enough, your body will be so charged with trying to keep up with your speed of thought that there’s no room left for jet lag, or any kind of lag. I know, that’s like a totally unscientific theory, but I do find that no matter what time I land in …