What are you up to this weekend? We drive up to Vermont to see the fall leaves. They may still be pretty green, but either way, we’re excited about cider donuts and these alpine slides. Shana Tovah to our readers celebrating the Jewish holidays! Hope you are well and here are a few links from around the web…
Our girl Stella Blackmon was featured in the NYTimes! Her short film if teenage life is great. (NYTimes gift link)
These thank you cards made me laugh.
Very very chocolate-y brownies.
This good night moon essay brought me to my knees. “Our son arrived in the world like a comet breaking the sound barrier or Kramer striding into Jerry’s apartment… He was enchanting, sweet, playful and wildly entertaining, the kind of strange children admired at the grocery store. But his evening routine broke me almost,” writes Elizabeth Egan, who tried everything to help her son sleep. Nothing worked until one night she read Goodnight Moon. “A warm, pasty starfish hand came to rest on my wrist and stayed there as I turned the pages. A fragrant, damp head dropped onto my shoulder. At the end of the book, my son took a finger out of his mouth and quietly said, “Again.” (NYTimes gift link)
Ideas for small bedrooms. (drooling over #2.)
Loving this flirty text exchange.
The anti-sexual assault activist who finds joy in fashion. At NYFW, “a commonly asked question is, ‘What are you wearing?’ and when I was talking about what I chose to wear that day, I had this remarkable moment where I was like, I’ve been asked this exact question , but it was the exact opposite experience. It was after my rape. At the time, that judgment shamed me and assumed guilt for the violence that happened to me. It was very full circle. I then created the Survivor Fashion Show so survivors can take this question left.” (NYMag)
Funny cloudsof all things.
Plus three reader comments:
Says Lauren O. further a trick to stay present: “I deleted Pokémon GO from my phone a few years ago because I realized I hadn’t called my mom on one of my daily walks in months and the first time I went without it I saw A LIVE EEL SLITHER ACROSS THE SIDEWALK! (I was walking through Chinatown and it had sloshed out of a tank in one of the fish markets.) I went into action to save it and my friends, ‘happy as an eel’ is no joke.”
Maeve continues let’s find this reader a back-to-law-school outfit: “Anne, as the daughter of a mother who went to law school when my sister and I were little (I started Kindergarten), I want you to know what an incredible example you are setting for your little ones. I am hugely proud of my mom for a million reasons, but one of them is the bravery she showed in that decision (and each of her decisions to keep learning – she’s 62 and just took up roller skating and German lessons! ).She had always wanted to be a criminal prosecutor, but her father told her to ‘accept her lot in life and find contentment in it’ (he is a product of his context, as we all are).My Memories from her time at school consists largely of special moments with my father. He was already a lawyer, but he took a step back from his career in many ways so that my mother could take a step forward in hers. And when my mother began his first murder case before a jury several years later, my father took my sister and me to see it.We h give up front row seats for proof that it’s never too late to start a new chapter. And perhaps not surprisingly, I also became a prosecutor. I just wanted to be my mom. Still doing it. No matter what you wear, Anne, you are so brave, and along with your children and husband, this whole community is a mess for you.”
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