Ina always makes me think of my mom. She’s a big fan.
I have, of course, been thinking about my mom a lot lately. She’s always been so breezy, so Ina about motherhood. Even with me who, as a child, loved to draw in her cookbooks and hated taking naps. (So naturally, West is a nap-hater, too.)
I keep wondering when I’m going to feel like a mom. These past few months, I’ve felt more like an unranked player in some sweaty, drooly sport, one where you have to hit the ground running and can be knocked out in any round.
So you have to bring snacks.