My niece is coming to live with me until sometime not yet decided. She wants to be a stylist, her role models are Britney and Megan Fox, and she defines herself as a Disney princess with absolutely no irony. And I love her but I am absolutely terrified. She is probably writing her own version of terrified describing how she has to live with her granola head no paper towels Birkenstock wearing Om chanting aunt until she can find a place in Williamsburg. I could be in Florence MA today at a Christine Hoar workshop, but no, I am going to be cleaning the B & B and attending a Catholic Mass /Brunch (???) for the 10th anniversary of the death of my husband’s aunt. There. I’m done. I’m usually giddy on a Friday moon day. Good thing I am going to binge read Margaret Atwood’s Maddaddam.