When I was 4, I still lived in Berkeley, on McGee Street, near my five cousins. (That mob grew to 14!)
My aunt Frannie had three boys— Ty, Johnny, and Jimmy— and she was my favorite of all my elders. Frannie would paint my nails pink and tell me how fun it would be to have a little girl. I ate this stuff up! My mom was not “girly” — no polish, no pink!