The Museum of Contemporary Art
Cloverfield Press, 2004
She remembered being solo. She remembered coming here with Justin when between them there'd been only a crush. Now, two or three years later, they came with a baby. They really had no games to play now, none that would work anyway – just an intricate march to becoming each other's familiars.
"Carol Treadwell's The Museum of Contemporary Art is an intimate glimpse into the sad, beautiful truth that once you have a baby, nothing will ever be the same." – Nicole Holofcener