Finished this other book
It’s a strange feeling. I don’t even know what “finished” means. I basically decided that all the threads were connected and there was nothing new I wanted to add, and I could bear it if someone actually read the thing.…
I’m with her
I think I’m going to spend the rest of the year in tears. Hillary Clinton has become the first woman presidential nominee from a major party in the US. It’s ridiculous that it’s happening only in 2016, but nevertheless it…
Sewing: the summer boxy top
It started last summer. Actually, I have been saving this post from last summer too, I know, much of a blogger I am not. But the madness continues: I keep making and wearing these easy boxy tops that have become almost a…
To curate and style or not to curate and style?
I have been spending more time on Instagram in the past few months than on any other social media. I enjoy the visual impact and the brevity it entails. I also enjoy the debate it often generates. I enjoy following…
“The Wisdom of Earth” by Ana Blandiana
Women keepers of ritual and the Caloian
I have an article up on Feminism and Religion today about the Caloian, a rain ritual that I learned and practiced as a child. It spooked me then and it still does now (there is a dead mud-child in this…
Wearing black, a feminist interpretation (maybe)
This post has been prompted by an article I recently read on nymag.com, Why New Yorkers Have Always Worn Black. I don’t always find it easy to explain and defend my predilection to wearing black, which is often a very unpopular…
Chocolate woes
My favorite childhood chocolate was called ROM, so Romanian that it sported the flag on the wrapper. It is still made today. It has a strong rum flavor. It’s not an exceptional chocolate in any way, just sweet and rummy.…
Noir
I discovered recently, by complete accident, that there is such a genre as “noir fiction.” Just like in the movies. Hello! Of course there is. And of course there are quite a few women authors who do it brilliantly. I’m…
Franz Kafka on writing and silence
The yuck and meh and hmm of early spring
In spite of the pretty flowers pictured (long gone anyway), it’s not all beauty and sunshine over here. The weather is drab and gray, and the flu has wreaked havoc in my family. The whole of March has been decisively…
Thrifting magic: the weekend of jeans
This past weekend I bought four pairs of jeans from the thrift shop! Excessive, I know, but when you hear this story you’ll see it was unavoidable. I would have never thought such a feat to be possible if it…