
I’m ready for my close up, Mr. Spielberg
Before we moved back east, we got glimpses of her through calls with my sister, texts and emailed anecdotes. I was on the phone with my sister on a cool fall evening when she started to talk to Keira about eating her carrots. There were a few digressions about their visit to the library and the adventures of Bosco, her stuffed dog, but I was able to gather that Keira did not particularly want to eat her carrots. Instead, she wanted pizza from her favorite pizza joint, Buon Amici. It’s hard to blame her. I would probably choose pizza over carrots, too, and the Buon Amici pizza was pretty tasty.


The conversation with my sister and Keira encouraged me to get back to Williamsburg as soon as I could. Not for the pizza necessarily (although it was very tasty), but to hang out with Keira and to see what a cool girl she’s becoming! I have to say, raising a toddler sounds exhausting, but as a bystander, it’s very entertaining.
