First, a Bon Appetit update: very exciting news! I finally had a mild catastrophe with Recipe #11. I will…have to show you a picture. Later. And let me just say that my second mild catastrophe is currently in the works and it involves fish and Scandinavian liquor. So even if you can't see it yet, rest assured that I am busily
Next, a short story about being the parent of a two-and-two-thirds-year-old:
The screaming has reached an intensity, and more importantly, a duration at which I can no longer remember my life before the screaming began. I cling feebly to sanity by mentally projecting myself into the future, to a time far beyond the screaming, where I carry on an imaginary conversation with sympathetic friends and family about how difficult this period of my life was. "It was miserable," I tell them. "You have no idea." My hypothetical confidantes nod, duly impressed by how stricken my expression becomes even after all these years. How traumatizing can it be to usher one child through an uncrowded Target? they may think to themselves but they do not say aloud.
Last, a play in one act about being the parent of an almost-five-year-old:
"Mom, come here. I need to tell you something."
"Is it good or bad?"
"Kind of bad, but it's going to be okay."
"You're making me nervous."
I am led down the hallway, to a television playing a nature program. She holds my hand for reassurance.
"Mom, the dodo bird. Is. EXTINCT."