Coffee Break with Liz and Kate

Print When I was a little girl, dinnertime was considered a sacred event. For that matter, much was considered sacred: answering the phone by stating the name of our residence, as well as our names, asking to be excused (please) before leaving the table. You get the point. Above all, phone calls were off limits – especially disconcerting when waiting on a phone call from the object of a puppy love crush. “She’s having her metrochow,” my dad would … Read entire article »