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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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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

Newsy! Dear, Dear Diary + Kale Chips + Johannes Cabal: The Necromancer (v.31)

January 11th, 2017

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Dear, Dear Diary

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This is my first dear, dear diary

I started keeping a diary when I was nine years old. It was bright yellow and came with a gold lock and a tiny key. Believe it or not, I’m looking at that very diary right now. The key is long gone, and the cover has faded to the color of wheat, but it’s still decorated with carefully selected stickers. On the front is a striped kitten, a tiny chipmunk in green shorts and a little dog wearing a red winter coat. On the back are ladybirds and bunnies, plus this declaration in dark blue ink: “Harriette waz here, ’83.”

I started this five-year diary when I was a child of nine and kept it, with complete dedication, until I was officially a teenager. In 1979, I rode a short, fat Shetland pony named Ginger through verdant fields in Vermont and played The Dukes of Hazzard with the boys next door. Read more

Newsy! Pondering Politics and Punctuation + White Bean, Kale & Parmesan Soup + The Book Of Eli (v.30)

January 5th, 2017

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Pondering Politics, Punctuation and @realDonaldTrump!

Anyone else finding the 45th president’s punctuation utterly exhausting?

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Dear @realDonaldTrump!

I’m not a millionaire, a businessperson or a politician, but as a professional writer, I’ve got some advice for you! Since you’re super busy these days on Twitter, I hope you won’t mind if I offer a friendly reminder about one of the cardinal rules of writing! Here goes!

An exclamation point is a punctuation mark that a) denotes the end of a sentence and b) expresses excitement or emotion.

Sounds simple, I know! Read more

Newsy! My Vest Is Revolting + Coconut Curry Cashews + Born To Run (v.29)

December 22nd, 2016

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My Vest Is Revolting And Other Thoughts About Sartorial Resistance

How do you solve a problem like Ivanka?

My offending vest, courtesy of Saks Fifth Avenue

My offending vest, courtesy of Saks Fifth Avenue

In October 2015, a friend and I were browsing at T.J. Maxx. A black velvet-and-faux-fur vest caught my eye. I tried it on and decided to buy it.

It wasn’t until after I’d made my purchase that I checked the label. “It’s an Ivanka!” I told my friend, oddly delighted to be in possession of a brand I associated with strands of fake gold (clearly, I was thinking about a different Trump).

I wore my new vest to a dinner party. In response to compliments, I unabashedly shared the designer’s name. It’s an Ivanka, I said. Read more

Newsy! Why I Hate Hamilton + Swedish Hotcakes + The Trespasser (v.28)

December 15th, 2016

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Hamilton, Schmamilton: Five Reasons I Hate This Show

The fact that I’ve never seen it is completely irrelevant.

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Well, folks, it’s finally happening: Hamilton, the musical, is coming to San Francisco.

Am I excited? No, I am not.

Do I loathe musical theater?

No, I do not.

In fact, I love it. I’ve loved it all my life.

I discovered musicals when I was eight years old. Seated in the front row of my local high school’s auditorium, I watched a student production of The Pajama Game. From the moment the curtains rose, I was enthralled. Read more

Newsy! Rut Busters + Lemon & Dill Chicken Soup + Our Year In Books (v.27)

December 8th, 2016

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Out on the trail with my dog a few weeks back, I crossed paths with a pal who I haven’t seen in much too long. She commutes daily to her 9-5 job, so I was surprised to find her out and about during work hours. She was taking advantage of a rare day working from home by gulping deep breaths of crisp fresh air.

“It feels so good to be out here,” my friend said as we huffed our way up a steep grade. “I’ve been stuck in a rut as deep as the Grand Canyon.” Read more

Newsy! Shoeboxes Filled With Love + Chicken Pot Pie + The Young Widower’s Handbook: a Novel (v.26)

November 30th, 2016

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How To Fill 350 Shoeboxes With Love

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Elizabeth and a few hundred shoeboxes

I met my friend Elizabeth in San Francisco on Election Day, 2002. I was a brand new mom, still figuring out how to get my three-month-old and myself out of the house each day, along with his stroller and a backpack filled with everything a baby could possibly need. That particular morning, my own mom was with me, and we strollered on over to my local polling station so I could cast my vote. Read more

Newsy! Thank You, Bone Marrow Donor + Cranberry Nut Bread + The Poison Artist (v.25)

November 22nd, 2016

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This Thanksgiving, I’m Giving Thanks To A Strangerdonor

Dear Anonymous Bone Marrow Donor,

First and foremost, thank you. Thank you for joining a registry of donors who are on-call for active duty. A military analogy seems apt for describing the way you and your fellow volunteers spend months or even years awaiting a phone call that informs you, you’re up. Recently, on what probably began as a perfectly ordinary day, someone from Be The Match told you your marrow matched that of a 14-year-old boy. You don’t know this lad, but I do. He has a laser bright smile and is sweet and funny and strong. Right now, due to a rare bone marrow disease, he’s the wrong shade of pale. Read more