Goldilocks

Seven Sisters grad and native Washingtonian who’s left the corporate expressway to take the Lego-festooned scenic route for a while. I write, I cook, I sing a mean “Wheels on the Bus.” That low humming you hear is Betty Friedan spinning in her grave.

 

Prince Charming

My partner in crime, a former Jersey Boy who followed me to the D.C. area after tiring of the “which exit?” routine. He’d be perfect if it weren’t for that golf thing.

 

Baby Bear

A force of nature in a size 5T shoe.