Stricken From The Record
Last night I had a “sibling dinner” at my friend SS’s beautiful new house in Lefferts Gardens. Let’s just say it started out in a pile of dirt with SS’s daughter, Layla, who posed for pictures while she ate pieces of cardboard.
And ended with my sister screaming, “I’m not dry at all right now!” to some guy on the phone.
I really wish my family wasn’t always threatening to disown me for writing about them, because you would really enjoy their stories.