Hello friends! Happy Sunday, I’m so glad you’re here!
We made it to Spring, didn’t we? I cut these fine snapdragons from the front garden yesterday and felt pretty dang proud of myself for nurturing a plant outside long enough to bring it inside to nurture me further. Tron is pretty pleased, too.
Yesterday I received my first COVID vaccine shot. I don’t have one of those teary-eyed vaccine selfies. In fact, I didn’t feel overly emotional… I just though whoa, did I just make it through a pandemic? Is that what’s happening here? Yes. Yes it. Gratitude is the emotion I have most presently.
I bought a stranger groceries this week, an unhoused man needed a sweatshirt and I helped him with that, I tried to tip extra at my neighborhood restaurant. Small kindnesses that seem to go a long way. I feel like New Orleans has cradled me in return. A barista gave me a free cup of coffee, a sweet lady let me cut her in line at the grocery store out of kindness, and a fellow runner gave me a thumbs up as we passed each other. Nothing is perfect but there’s plenty that’s better than ok.
How have you been this week? Asking for real. Did daylight savings time shake up your schedule and foggy your brain? Me, very much. It’s getting harder to adjust to time changes says me, the nearly 40 year old.
Here’s what I have to offer us this week. As always, take only what you need.
• We have to know each other’s pain if anything is to get better. A Letter to My Fellow Asian Women Whose Hearts Are Still Breaking. (Vanity Fair)
• This week my friend Layla taught me about Nowruz, we celebrated Chaharshanbeh Suri and she walked me through her Haft-Sin. It was all so lovely. Hope, Respect, and Honor: What It Looks Like To Celebrate Nowruz, the Persian New Year. (The Kitchn)
• We give each other so much information in the smallest cues. Here’s what happens when one person opts out. If You Look at Your Phone While Walking, You’re an Agent of Chaos . This is related and unrelated but the term “agent of chaos” makes me think of the movie The Dark Knight (which, for some reason, I watched last week) and Heath Ledger’s Joker. I needed a reminder of if and why I enjoyed that movie. Turns out I’m not alone, the podcast Why Are Dads breaks down our complicated relationship with the film. (The New York Times, Podpage)
• We Feel “Alonely” When We Don’t Get Enough Time By Ourselves. This past year has afforded us a lot of time to figure out how it feels to be be apart, to be together, to be apart together. (Vice)
• Polly TELL EM / me / us. My Dream Man Moved On. Should I Wait For Him? I’ll be honest. I’ve been guilty of some magical, wishful, soul crushing thinking. (The Cut)
• I ran across this post from two years ago. In some ways, my words from the recent past sound so tone deaf. But of course they do when we’re in the middle of an entirely different tone. There are still some gems in here and you will in fact catch me cleaning all my bedding this weekend: Nine Things I’m Doing To Refresh For Spring. (Joy the Baker)
• I remain a yoga dork and really enjoyed watching Jason Crandell muscularly break down and explain this backbend on Instagram. I know… very specific. I’m sorry. (Instagram)
• Ok don’t laugh but I went from my vaccine appointment directly to Lush to buy myself a fancy bath bomb. I dunno I wanted a bath treat. I suggest you treat yourself to a little something too. Maybe not a bath bomb… you’ll know what you need. (Lush)
• If you are wealthy in rhubarb I envy you and humbly offer these Buttery Rhubars. They’re very easy pie bars that let tart and amiable rhubarb shine without strawberries. (Joy the Baker)
• Speaking of rhubarb, this Rhubarb Carrot Cake with Vanilla Mascarpone Frosting looks like an absolute DELIGHT. (Simple Bites)
• This week last year: Let It Be Sunday, 263! Early quarantine. (Joy the Baker)
Be well today. Happy Spring!
My love to you!