The Well--Read Hostess is Born
About twenty (!) years ago, upon the occasion of my graduation from college, my mother's friend asked me what I wanted to be ("when I grew up" implied). Much to the visible dismay of my father, who hadn't paid for boarding school and an ivy league education for nothing, I answered, "A well-read hostess." I hadn't really thought about it before the words tumbled out of me, but really, at that point, it seemed like as good an answer as any.
It's become kind of a joke in my family. Ha ha. A well-read hostess. Isn't she funny. But actually, two decades later, I think this is still what I want to be ("when I grow up" implied).
It turns out, though, that this is much harder than it sounds.
Merry Christmas everybody.
It's become kind of a joke in my family. Ha ha. A well-read hostess. Isn't she funny. But actually, two decades later, I think this is still what I want to be ("when I grow up" implied).
It turns out, though, that this is much harder than it sounds.
Merry Christmas everybody.
I wish 20 year old WRH was my college buddy. Those would be the days.
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