I think I am now an olds. But with good skin.
I live in the East Village.
I have two daughters, two cats and one husband.
My husband is a dread from Jamaica and speaks to all of us, cats included, in deep patois. Always.
Yuh done noh whattagwan, seen?
Marriage to an immigrant who refuses to assimilate is a constant source of amusement and inspiration.
And occasionally extreme irritation.