There were times, especially when I was traveling for ‘Eat, Pray, Love,’ when, I swear to God, I would feel this weight of my female ancestors, all those Swedish farmwives from beyond the grave who were like, ‘Go! Go to Naples! Eat more pizza! Go to India, ride an elephant! Do it! Swim in the Indian Ocean. Read those books. Learn a language.’ -Elizabeth Gilberts
Where does one sign up for ancestors who want you to go to Naples to eat pizza?!!!!
Posh is technically my cousin, but in all senses of word, she’s my sister I mean look at us we look like we came from the same pea pod!!). Well she and I had made plans for her come to my home with her gorgeous daughters Emma & Maya… the aim was to have a room full of gorgeousness …. and in the process of basking in the gorgeousness we’d squeeze in some catching up (for Zizmaroo and her cousins) as the mommy’s played with lego’s and braided each others hair. I mean not to toot our family horn but TOOT TOOT! Our gene pool is crazy out of control! SOMEBODY HOSE ME DOWN! its getting…whatever the opposite of sub-zero cool is… in here!!
Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five…like the time I bit Posh’s back in a fight over God knows what!!! Ah! memories!