Upon meeting people, what face do you show them? Do you tell the truth about yourself? I find myself at events and dinner parties talking about the same old stuff. Most people want to know what I do for a living.

Tonight after dinner, my daughter Robyn and I headed to the subway, she to go to her place and I to mine. At the bottom of the stairs, my train was waiting and, when I hesitated for a minute, she cheerfully said, “Get on your train, Momma!” and so without much ado, I hopped on, blew her a kiss, and the doors closed.