This week, my ballet teacher brought his active, 11-month old daughter to class. The mom is also a dancer, and she was there taking class, they switched off tending to her, and somehow it worked. I was watching him hold his daughter above his head, turning her upside down, spinning her around, and he’s a towering 6’4”, so that’s high up. And I thought, this girl will probably never be afraid of heights (unlike me). She’s going to be physically fearless.
Illustration by Geoff McFetridge
Dear readers, you know I don’t write about politics much unless it rises to a special occasion. Trump becoming the standard bearer of the Republican Party is one of those times. My soul aches over the thought of 6 more months of his race baiting and misogyny, and the possibility that he could be the leader of the free world. Now it’s up to us. If you’re a U.S. citizen and not registered or not in the habit of voting, get it together. Think about volunteering. Contribute $$. Persuade your relatives. Do whatever you can. We must unite and stop this.
Neon from Kendell Geers
I hate having my photo taken, but I needed updated shots (without sunglasses) for my Career Coaching website. For the occasion, it seemed important to elevate my makeup. The last time I’d bought foundation (and used it) was 2009 and it had now become crusted over in the back of the bathroom drawer. With a sense of duty, I slid into the chair at the Lancome beauty counter and let Rodolfo have his way with me. All it took was eyelid Primer, BB cream, 3 shadows, eyeliner, mascara primer, mascara, powder, lipstick and I was set.
Remember everything that went well. Eat your vegetables. Be kind to yourself. Happy weekend.
The Leek by Sarah Illenberger
Occasionally during the last few weeks, my dog Rose has gotten up around 2 or 3 in the morning, and barked to go out. In the past, this has been a sign of her urgently needing to do her business. So I take it seriously. But lately, all she wants to do outside is eat grass. After some serious grazing, I have to tug hard to get her back in the house. But here’s the thing. Rose is not sick. She goes back to sleep (while I toss and turn). At her usual morning hour, she chomps down on breakfast with plenty of energy. It’s driving me crazy. What’s up with this?
Ink spotted tissue dalmatian by Jean Jullien
Far too much content online. How about you?
Painting by Jordan Buschur
From years of walking the hills in San Francisco, I got in the habit of wearing flat shoes, with particular fondness for the Oxford. I carried this preference when relocating to Los Angeles, despite its being the land of the girly heels. These days, I often stand out with my clunky urban footwear. And I kinda love that.
Illustration by Ellen Frances Sanders
As someone who loves leavened baked goods, Passover can be a bummer. The rule is no wheat, barley, rye, spelt (?) or oats that have come into contact with water for more than 18 minutes. This food restriction is a way to commemorate ancestors who fled Egypt with no time for breads to rise. Passover is a holiday filled with food metaphors–from bitter herbs to sweet apples–that tell a liberation story and a journey from darkness to light. It’s the season for flourless chocolate cake.
Matzos Painting by Joel Penkman