We’re at the bookstore where Eleanor, edging on two and dangerously bright, gropes the staff weekly picks like summer fruit. Touching her back, I remind her again to look with her eyes, not her hands. “That’s great parenting.” It’s the cashier—a woman with a short bob and blunt bangs. “Thanks,” I say, yanked toward the […]
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Just the Nanny
A Longtime Nanny Reflects on Parenting, Motherhood, and Secrets Kept