Last night we drove on icy roads to Ann Arbor, where Elizabeth and I talked at Cafe Ambrosia. I like her voice, the way she isn't afraid to use it, how she was never taught not to. I like her mother's androgynous gender, her nature-lady spirit. I think she will like B, Elizabeth's new love interest, the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, how
(
Read more... )