September 28th, 2016
Gentlemen: Please Stop Hijacking My Time
Last week, I found myself in a hostage (or, at least, hostile) situation. Fortunately, my life wasn’t being hijacked – just my time. The perpetrator? A dad – I’ll call him The Dad – at my kid’s Back To School Night. His M.O.? Interrupting the teacher’s lively, informative and impressive B2SN presentation with a lecture about Google’s intolerable (in his mind) copyright infringements. Read more
September 22nd, 2016
If This Isn’t The Best Cup Of Coffee I’ve Ever Had, I Want A Divorce
(This essay originally appeared in the Marin Independent Journal)
For the past few weeks, my husband has been on a quest to make the best cup of coffee this side of the equator (the actual equator, not the coffee shop in my downtown Mill Valley). He’s on a mission to buy a coffee machine that will brew java so delicious he’ll bound out of bed an hour before the alarm buzzes just to savor his steaming breakfast beverage. As a result, he’s been measuring, weighing, pouring, calculating, calibrating and tracking water and beans like a mad man. Read more
September 15th, 2016
Not long ago, the University of Chicago announced it does not support professors giving advance notice – known these days as “trigger warnings” – about potentially difficult or upsetting material in their classroom.
While I don’t disagree with this decision, I gotta’ say this: Throughout my life, I could have benefitted from a trigger warning or thirty. Getting a head’s up about ensuing violence, blood and gore (both real and imaginary) would have saved me from spending an undue amount of time lying on some really dirty floors. Read more
September 8th, 2016
I know I’m coming to the kombucha party a little late.
The first time I had this fermented, slightly vinegary drink was this past summer at my friend Liz’s farmhouse in Vermont. She handed me a tall glass of her homemade kombucha on the rocks, a handful of plump blueberries floating around in the tea-colored brew. “You’ll like it,” she promised, seeing the tentative look on my face. Read more
September 1st, 2016
Newsy! hopes you enjoy this Moment of Awwww brought to you by Jules Older– who thinks his grandcritters are pretty awwwwesome!
I Cook, Therefore I Care
When I have a friend in need – possibly due to a health crisis, a kid crisis, a work crisis or some other kind of crisis – I cook. It feels satisfying and right to make something good and nourishing or good and sweet to help make life a tiny bit better for someone I care about. So right now, I’m cooking. Today it’s matzo ball soup. The puffy balls are dancing around in simmering chicken broth, bumping up against bright orange circles of carrots. Earlier in the week, I delivered still-warm gluten-free chocolate chip banana bread with homemade strawberry jam. Another night: I pulled vegetarian eggrolls straight out of oven and onto a plate, covered it with foil and drove as quickly as I could to my friend’s house so the eggrolls would stay crispy and crunchy. Read more