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Newsy! Movin’ and Groovin’ With Nia + Cuban Black Beans + Meet Malka and Daniel Jose Older (v.41)

March 22nd, 2017

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I’m Joyfully – and Unexpectedly – Whipping My Mind, Body and Spirit Into Shape

Remember Elaine’s dance fever?

Not long ago, my hubby and I were watching Big Little Lies on HBO. In one scene, the yoga teacher, Bonnie, was leading the class through a very un-yoga-like routine that looked like a combination of kickboxing, aerobics and something a hipster might do in a trendy dance club on a Saturday night.

“What is that?” I said to my husband. “I want to do that!”

As soon as the show ended, I prowled the Internet. Google quickly told me the graceful, groovealicious class was Nia, a yoga-cardio-dance workout that combines 52 official moves designed to gently and joyfully whip your body, mind and spirit into shape. A few keystrokes later, I found a local studio called MoveMe offering Nia (which stands for Neuromuscular Integrated Action), and I signed up for a class.

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Newsy! Mad Hatters + Roasted Sweet Potatoes + Big Little Lies (v.40)

March 16th, 2017

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I’m Knitting and Purling To Protect Reproductive Rights

Two shades of resistance

It’s official: I’m a Mad Hatter.

Last week, I joined a group of local ladies who are knitting and purling for political resistance. Led by an inspired first-time activist name Lila, we’re raising money – more than $4200 and counting – for Planned Parenthood, the ACLU and other like-minded organizations by making pink pussy (cat) hats by the dozens.
For the price of materials ($6) and a $30 donation, you, too, can be the proud owner of a hat that’s hand-knitted with love – and purpose. Read more

Newsy! Immigrants I Love + Thai Coconut Soup + I’m Still Here (v.39)

March 9th, 2017

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Immigrants I Love

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My father-in-law, Julian, is an endocrinologist who ran his own practice for 40 years. Now 85, he still attends yearly conferences and reads all the current medical journals. At an age when most men have long since traded their daily grind for a relaxing retirement, Julian commutes an hour each way to his part-time job as a doctor at a New York state prison.  Read more

Newsy! Make My Brakes Great Again! + Two Delicious Dressings + Hallelujah (v.38)

March 1st, 2017

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@realDonaldTrump, Make My Brakes Great Again!

My safety and security is at stake!

Dear @realDonaldTrump!

CONGRATULATIONS! In your speech to Congress, you exceeded presidential expectations – which have never been lower! No wonder you’re still GLOWING after acting “presidential” for a whole hour! (I thought “presidential behavior” was just part of Being President! Dumb!)  Read more

Newsy! Right Brain/Write Brain + Buckwheat Coconut Granola + Lucky Boy (v.37)

February 22nd, 2017

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Right Brain or Write Brain? Either Way, I Let It Lead The Way 

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Recently I sat down at my computer thinking about a conversation about online education I had with a neighbor, which led me to search YouTube for videos about editing and writing. Next thing I know, I’m remembering my favorite high school A.P. English teacher and trying to recall whether she wore black and white saddle shoes or red Converse high-tops. Read more

Newsy! Ab Flab + Meyer Lemon Limonana + The Marriage of Opposites (v.36)

February 17th, 2017

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Ab Fab? Try Ab Flab

The world is in turmoil. It’s the perfect time to write an open letter to my tummy.

It’s a washboard. Get it? (Thanks, pixabay.)

Why, hello, Belly Fat.

I haven’t seen you ‘round these parts lately. My, you’re soft and jiggly. Where ever did you come from?

Hold on. I do remember you. You hung around for a good long time after I gave birth, especially the second time. Eventually, though, you kind of disappeared. In fact, I was confident I’d seen just about the last of you. I was pretty determined to keep you at bay, so I was diligent about doing crunches and lifts at the gym. Read more

Newsy! Thanks, NPR + Greek Lentil Soup + Hyperbole and a Half (v.35)

February 9th, 2017

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In Troubled And Troubling Times, I Turn To A Dear Old Friend: NPR

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I’ve listened to National Public Radio for so long it has become a part of me on a cellular level. When I hear the theme music for “All Things Considered,” my reaction is multisensory. At once, I’m transported back to 1979, one of several years my family and I spent on sabbatical from New Zealand, living in a little red cottage we rented from my grandmother in rural, northern Vermont. Read more

Newsy! Teenage Activism + Quick Sour Cream Coffee Cake + The Yid (v.34)

February 1st, 2017

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Sharing Sound Advice From A Teenage Activist

Victoria speaks out

Every summer, my family and I visit relatives in Rutland, Vermont. Located near the center of the Green Mountain State, Rutland has roughly the same population as my home town of Mill Valley, with about the same number of public schools. Now Rutland has something Mill Valley doesn’t: Syrian refugees. Nine, to be precise; five children and four adults. Read more

Newsy! Boob Job + Mexican Dinner Salad + Discrimination Laundering (v.33)

January 25th, 2017

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Boob Job

The Girls and I want to share a few thoughts about mammograms

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The friendly reminder from my doctor’s office came by email: Time to schedule your mammogram!

You know the belief that women are biologically programmed to forget the pain of childbirth so they’ll reproduce again? I think the same rule applies to mammograms. Thanks to this week’s appointment, the memories all came rushing back.  Read more

Newsy! Buyer’s Remorse + Roasted Carrot Ginger Soup + The Lightkeepers (v.32)

January 19th, 2017

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Buyer’s Remorse (A Strange But True Tale)

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A while back, feeling indulgent, I bought a Groupon for a facial at a nearby salon I’ll call Sheila’s Skin Care. I envisioned 90-minutes of bliss: massage, moisturizer, steam, the works. I arrived a few minutes early and found the salon empty, except for one woman sitting in the chilly, dark room, peering at a magazine. From the back, through a closed door, I could hear a loud phone conversation taking place. Sheila’s voice was rough, like shredded wood, the voice of a hard-living woman who didn’t put up with any nonsense. From the sound of things, there was nonsense afoot. Read more