I'm sure kdotdammit will post entries tomorrow going into greater detail, together with some of the many excellent photos with which we documented the experience. For now, let me single out the delight of watching all the girls who made things -- tiaras, necklaces, bracelets -- parading their creations through our far-too-repressed subdivision, deploying every single one of our noisemakers to produce a spacious heterotopian racket. I've been particularly nostalgic for the late 1960s of late, so the sight of such carnivalesque solidarity warmed my heart. Maybe this is our Summer of Love.
Normally, I would have been distressed that none of Skylar's friends were able to make it. Today, though, she clearly benefited from all the grown-up energy. The women who filled our house today are powerful and brave. I can't imagine better role-models for my daughter. She followed everything. She lead the way:That look in her eyes tells me that she will always treasure the freedom to do the unexpected. Thank you, friends, for doing your part to give her such a beautiful glimpse of a society bound together by its boundless desire to break down the doors to every prison that holds us, particularly females, prisoner.