Note: I initially wrote this for my local MWA newsletter, and it seemed to go over well so I'm re-posting it here..my alternate title is "Cornelia Read's Pottymouth." Read on to discover why...
I was running late as usual, although in my defense this wasn’t entirely my fault. My husband was out of town, and the babysitter was held up a half-hour in traffic. Then the cab never arrived, so I drove to the
Mission, praying to the gods of street parking after three…
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