Yesterday, as I was getting ready to go out for dinner, I had an email from Lori Fazari, the terrific editor of Facts and Arguments, about my piece which she was preparing to run in the Globe today. I had written about the time my then 15-year old daughter walked out the door after I’d told her she couldn’t, saying “Fuck off” on the way. The editors wouldn’t allow it, Lori wrote, so we’d have to say that she “cursed me using the f word.” I couldn’t bear the coyness of that, so Lori and I wrote back and forth for half an hour, trying to find a substitute for the f word while I put on mascara and nice shoes. Finally I came up with “threw a vile curse word my way.” And actually, I like it better.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much