Impossibly High Standards). I imagine bar-b-q and family board games, all governed by the calm competence I recall infusing the adults of my childhood. Now, we did pretty well this weekend- there were fireworks and a baseball game and friends over for the aforementioned charbroiled goodness and a lovely spread of food under my apple tree- but I'm up this morning with a little bit of an emotional hangover.
Here's the thing- I think the RealSimpleMarthaStewartNaturalLiving thing is a gateway dream. It's not real but imagining it feels so good and it seems so possible...but it's an illusion. It's a mirage that leads us further into the desert, away from the oasis of real connections with people who are imperfect and funny and interesting and definitely Not Martha.
Not badass, maybe, but perhaps a step along the way?