Those of you who subscribe to my newsletter (ahem) already got a sneak peek at this, but it was too fun not to leave here for posterity.
I smell a series in the works.
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Just, Yes
Tarrytown, New York, with Dad on Friday
Something has been in the air these past few days, and I've been having one beautiful little experience after the other. So I thought I'd tell you about them.
It started on my flight to New York, where I currently am for my high school reunion (more on that in a mo'). The woman in front of me was traveling with her kids, and one of them - the baby - started fussing, and immediately the woman next to her said, "Oh, let me hold him," and then just...helped her. The whole way to JFK. I passed stray toys that I found at the bottom of my backpack to the older one through the crack in the seat, and the flight attendant brought extra snacks and helped fill bottles, and there we were: A miniature village of women at 36,000 feet.
Links & Love & Stuff
Suuuuper in love with my daughter's Verloop pom-pom pillow and Mimish Himalayan faux fur beanbag (which HAS STORAGE IN IT). It appears the feeling is mutual.
Contemplating wearing this (with the matching pants) to my high school reunion next weekend. Y/N?
There are actual conspiracy theories about this influencer and I am SO HERE for the drama. (Twitter Is Going Wild After This Influencer With Over 2 Million Followers Couldn't Sell 36 T-Shirts, via Buzzfeed.)
Tears And All
Last year, on my birthday, I wrote this - and I think that even though I didn't know it at the time, that moment very clearly marked the end of one thing, and the beginning of another.
This year, my birthday was - for lack of a better word - weird. It was my weekend with the kids, and a three-day weekend at that, so I came up with all sorts of grand plans. These, alas, ended up getting sidelined by a monster head cold, but on Saturday night I rallied, having planned a whole hibachi dinner-bowling fiesta for myself, the kids, Francesca, and my neighbor Margo and her daughters. And then, at 6PM, Francesca took one look at me getting ready to head out, all sniffles and patheticness, and suggested we take it down a notch.
Here's the part that got weird: By 6pm, I didn't actually want to go to the hibachi-bowling thing; I was sick and exhausted and half-asleep already. So when Francesca suggested we just do a low-key dinner somewhere nearby I immediately agreed...and then, just as immediately, started crying. Like, heaving.
A New Era Has Begun
It occurred to me yesterday that I hadn't made a dancing video in awhile. Years, in fact. (The last one we made was in our old house, wearing full Risky Business attire, but I can't show it to you because YouTube took it down. Because apparently you can't just use Bob Seger tunes willy-nilly. Shame.)
That clearly had to be fixed.
Love and Kids’ Rooms
Our old (old, old) living room, 2009.
Several lifetimes ago (by my count), I wrote my first of what turned out to be hundreds of posts that loosely fall into the "Diary" category - the missives about parenting, about anxiety, about divorce that I've posted here over the years. This first one, though, was about something a little different. A little more...tactile.
It was about my living room. The living room that I shared with Kendrick (and Lucy, and then later on Virgil and our infant son) when we lived on the Upper East Side. It was a wild, messy mix of hand-me-downs from my parents, pieces we'd found discarded on the street and fixed up with varying degrees of success, and the occasional element of inexplicable drama (chalkboard fridge! graffiti-covered chest of drawers! insane bird wallpaper!).
The Ramshackle Glam Newsletter Is (Finally) Here
I have a newsletter! Ten years after someone first told me I should have one! Ten years during which I was told "you need to have a newsletter" approximately 1,354 times (per year).
Look at me, STANDING ON THE CUTTING EDGE OF THE DIGITAL MEDIA INDUSTRY.
Five Things I Learned From Francesca This Weekend
Totally casual magazine-reading outfit (dress by Cleobella)
On Friday afternoon, I arrived at Francesca's house for a little kid-free staycation only to find her triumphantly reducing some apricots to make a pork chop sauce. "I just invented this dish!" she declared. "It's SO DELICIOUS!"
We exclaimed over and over about the particular combination of flavors - how unexpected! how delightful! - and snapped a couple of pics, because clearly I would need to post about this unexpectedly delightful new dish.
The Mental Illness Happy Hour
So, shocker: It turns out that doing a press tour for a book about anxiety results in QUITE the intense interviews. For my first two books, people asked me about...you know, like, Tips For What To Wear When Pregnant. For this one? "Tell me your deepest childhood traumas and most profoundly held fears."
So...that.
You can listen to my interview on The Mental Illness Happy Hour here; the interview part starts at around 1:10.
Atomic Moms Interview: Anxiety, Divorce, and Falling On Our Faces
A couple of years ago, when The Big Fat Activity Book for Pregnant People came out, I had one of the best interview experiences of my life with Ellie Knaus of Atomic Moms - and so obviously I had to come back while doing press for the new book. In this episode we talk perfectionistic tendencies, anxiety attacks, massive life transitions, and single mom life. Oh, and we swap tales of hitting our absolute most humiliating rock bottoms before we became “recovering actors” (Ellie's term, which I have now adopted as my own).
Oh AND I have real-time, major Life Realizations in this one. Like, on the air, while talking to Ellie. You can hear them. I also get weepy. It's a good time.
