That TREES TALK? And a “mother tree” is a thing? Check out this charming Canadian ecologist explain it all. It is mind-blowing. (Brian popped on this TED TALK post-din last night instead of our usual [lately] OITNB.) (Which, halfway through season 4, I’m fairly over. But will still watch.)
This recurring feature was born out of a combination of the two of us looking for near-constant validation and advice from one another and finding that that quest is one of the benchmarks of female friendship, plus learning that a healthy dose of Googling “what to say when ___” and “what to do when ___” was coming up short in terms of helpful advice.
A few weeks back, I was venting to my friend Kelly about an ongoing custody dispute that had become unpleasant and later that night she sent me this text…
This recurring feature was born out of a combination of the two of us looking for near-constant validation and advice from one another and finding that that quest is one of the benchmarks of female friendship, plus learning that a healthy dose of Googling “what to say when ___” and “what to do when ___” was coming up short in terms of helpful advice.
The most loathsome, hideous part of being a freelancer is trying to get paid. Why is it that I’m always delivering my work on time and never getting paid on time, I often ask anyone who will listen.
One such time, I turned to my best friend and business partner, the other half of this blog — Miss Nicole Michele Boucher — and she had the best, most succinct thing to say. Whereas I’ve always sent long, rambling, borderline apologetic emails inquiring about the status of a late payment, she advised me to be succinct and forward and strong.
According to WordPress, our last post was just under three years ago. THREE YEARS. So, hi. Since then, well. Ariel had Kai, who you all surely know from Instagram if not in real life, and she’s about to have ANOTHER boy in August! (Jeez Louise!) (Joking!) I FINALLY jumped on the baby bandwagon and along came little Bailey Boo this past March.* Our once-vast circle of friends in the city has shrunk considerably, as babies and job offers and sunny locales beckoned, and we are both kind of figuring out where to go next as new-ish parents who still like to play as hard as we work but aren’t quite sure what, exactly, said “work” should be. This is starting to read like a yearly Christmas card letter but the point is that so much has changed (but stayed the same!) that it is only natural we do now as we did when we last felt a bit drift-y and unsure but inspired: Turn to 12thanda — as the “blog”, yes, but mostly as the mindset of the two maniacs who once lived there. Infused this time around, of course, with the sage knowledge and world experience we’ve gleaned in the meantime. Ha. In other words? STAY TUNED, Y’ALL.
*Required footnote acknowledging that OF COURSE everyone and anyone reading this knows all of this, but nonetheless.
the neon lights and oversized angel wings and glow-in-the-dark Mother Marys and illicit meetings in the night all but personified the dramatic inner-workings of 15-year-old me, who saw it in the theater with all her best pals so many years ago. and promptly died and cried and thought about nothing else for weeks (months, years) after. as i did when i came across this juicy clip on into the gloss.
guess i won’t, in fact, ever get over jordan catalano. good to know.
although on that note, nothing beats this.
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