A hipster for a day

I had to tell someone I just drank coffee with butter. But whom? I decided on my niece Sarah in Roanoke, Virginia. She’s in her 30s, a dentist and a mommy of three, and very “with it,” as we used to say. So I sent her a text. Her response: “Congratulations. You’re now a hipster.” It left me confused. So I brought it up with Lakin, my grandson’s nanny, who’s also with it. “Everyone who comes to Austin winds up a hipster,” she said. I needed to do some research. I needed the internet. First of all, as you may… Continue Reading