Pammu and I are at dinner, someplace that serves chicken nuggets but also salad and wine. Our kindergarteners have long since launched themselves from our booth and are busy scuttling about and, we tell ourselves, charming the other diners.
I am leaning forward, still wearing my favorite black suit jacket from a day of endless meetings, telling Pammu a story from the past weekend. The story is about how Dora and I were outside drawing on the driveway with chalk.
In the story, it’s roughly six thirty in the morning and we are already on my third idea for Entertaining Dora. Read More