She left a charming hello at the old BEAW a year and a half ago, when I said that I thought in Blog High School she would be the cool kid wearing a leather jacket and smoking in the boiler room with the janitor.
I got shy.
Then, this year, I got lucky. I got to meet Alice and work with her and laugh with her and eat meals with her and stay up late with her and borrow a winged maxi pad from her fo reals. She is the real deal. Pure gold. Pure warmth and smarts and no hickeys from a janitor thirty years her senior.
I tell you this because this week dear Alice of Finslippy was on Good Morning America, representing Alpha Mom, where she writes a groovy column called Wonderland. Did you see the Good Morning America segment? She made a smoothie for her son! And she played basketball with him! And she typed a little on her laptop while he drew pictures! AND A SCARY BLONDE CHORUS APPEARED IN THE WINGS TO SHAKE THEIR HEADS NO NO NO! What does it all mean?
It’s a weird world we live in. I would just like to tell you that. Read Alice’s account, because I can’t do it justice.
Alice, dove, you are the maxi pad beneath my wings, and I sure heart you.
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