These are your parents. I was already pregnant when this picture was taken, though I didn't yet know it. If I had, I might've been a little more sober. I was very happy, though, as you can probably tell. We're at Kristen and Sean's post-holiday party, in Sean's mahn-cave (pronounced 'man-cahve'), which is about the hippiest mahn-cahve I've ever seen. Adam's drinking some overpriced, yummy Japanese whiskey. I'm glorying in my freshly done eyebrows. Maya took this picture while standing on a washing machine, some dude visiting from D.C. not-so-subtly admiring her form. It was early January. Outside things were changing, the weather already opening toward spring. The trees knew, even if we did not.
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups. I'm represented by Miriam Altshuler of DeFiore & Co., but of course, my views are my own.