It’s Not a Sprint

I realized today that my daughter doesn’t know her left hand from her right. It doesn’t matter how old she is right now; just know that she is well past the age when most children have learned this. We have tried telling her that she writes with her right hand, but this doesn’t register with her at all. Now we are going to put some nail polish on one finger of her left hand so she can look quickly if she’s asked, or give her a pretty ring to wear on her left hand. Read More It’s Not a Sprint

14 Life Lessons from What Would I Say?

What Would I Say? is the newest app to take Facebook by storm. Reminiscent of the now-defunct Horse_ebooks Twitter account, the app takes snippets from your previous Facebook posts and recombines them into new phrases. Most of the statuses it generates are pretty nonsensical, but sometimes it creates absolute gems. Read More 14 Life Lessons from What Would I Say?

Confessions from Within the Beauty Industrial Complex

When I first moved to New York some 15 months ago, I had $800 in my checking account and no job prospects. I did, however, have a cheap apartment in the depths of Brooklyn and the type of wide-eyed idealism that California origins breed. Two weeks in I found a job at a ritzy salon in the upper regions of Fifth Avenue. I was looking for non-profit gender work, but damn, I had to pay for my Brooklyn digs, somehow.
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Book Review: “Don’t Sing at the Table” by Adriana Trigiani

Some people are lucky enough to know their grandparents, to have spent their formative years visiting them and perhaps learning from them. Adriana Trigiani grew up in a large Italian family and was able to develop close relationships with both of her grandmothers, and she has compiled her memories of them into a guide/memoir, Don’t Sing at the Table: Life Lessons From My Grandmothers.

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My Favorite: Mistakes

For most of my childhood, my dad was an avid Aikidoist. I would sometimes go to the dojo with him, and watched as he and other grown ups would roll themselves into incredibly agile little balls and roll in a circle around the room as part of their warm up. It always looked fun to me, but when my parents tried to encourage me to take classes with the other kids, I balked.

Even at the tender age of 7, I was afraid of being bad at something. I had already figured out that I was “bad at gym class” and that I wasn’t good at tumbling, gymnastics, etc. Taking classes at the dojo felt like it was just going to be more of the same gym class stuff that I was already trying to avoid with timely visits to the nurse. Read More My Favorite: Mistakes