Liz and I like to tell the story of how we met, twenty years ago, when I first moved to San Francisco and interviewed for a job as an office assistant at the translation agency Liz managed. At the end of the interview — in which we mostly talked about our favorite books and poetry — she gave me a math test to see if I could accurately estimate the cost of translation jobs. I was off by a factor of 100. But Liz still hired me, figuring that a calculator could compensate for my mathematical deficiencies, and that interesting office conversation is priceless.
Neither of us lasted too long at that office — Liz left to start a family and pursue a freelance writing career; I headed off to graduate school — but we maintained our friendship through all the changes in our lives, with books, food, and mothering sons some of the common threads. She’s published several books now, worked as a caterer, and guided her two sons into high school and college. She doesn’t get the opportunity to publish much creative nonfiction, but I’ve witnessed — and been moved by — her story: how she went from being just one more baby-wearing mom at the farmer’s market to running her neighborhood market. I’m so glad that for Cassoulet she finally got to write it down.
March 18, 2013 @ 6:49 pm
Love it! I am so proud of my sister! She is an inspiration to me.
Cooking Demo and Reading at the Ferry Plaza Farmer’s Market
March 24, 2013 @ 7:42 pm
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