Hard-Boiled Honey

Today I headed up upstate–L Train to the 4 Train to Metro North–for a lecturing gig with the delightful Westchester Cinema Club. It was a slog and a half for a Sunday morning but I had Jean Knight in my earbuds, a ginger tea in my paw, a hard-boiled egg in my pocket, and a harder-boiled expression on my puss. My game: Whenever another woman gave me the mean-girl once-over, I dropped her a big, juicy wink. “Oh, honey. Your female oppression is showing.”

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy