OSCARS, SCMOSKERS. YOU want to see some fashion, sisters? Forget the red carpet, eschew Joan Rivers chewing over (and spitting out) those unfortunate Academy Awards fashion faux pas, and sink your teeth into some genuine glam. We’re talking gowns–with shoes and bags to match–that have all not only been oggled by millions, but are in part owned by you. That’s right: you.
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OSCAR HAIR. C’MON, you know you want some. How many people do you think contribute to pre-Oscar lifting and spraying, mussing and fussing, and, more to the point, how do we get us some of that slavish attention? I can picture me now after just a bit of it: scrubbing out the slow cooker while looking ever so much more like Julianne Moore; appearing in front of my front-load clothes dryer with just a smidgen of Streep-like casual-ness to my coif. Are you in, sisters?
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JONI. ONE WORD. Scrawled on a piece of scrap paper and left on the kitchen island, its message to me is clear: It’s time. I had always wondered when this moment would come, and now it’s here. My daughter needs to meet Joni Mitchell. [click to continue…]
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THE NEW MAMMOGRAM GUIDELINES are confounding. I think we can agree on that. Ever since that government task force reported last November that most women don’t need mammograms in their 40s, that they should get one every two years starting at 50, that breast self-exams do no good, and that women shouldn’t be taught to do those exams, I’ve been dismayed as well as confused. Should I go for my yearly scan? Should I not? I kept putting it off. And then I developed some pain and tenderness, and scheduled a scan and, as if in response to all this unsteadying noise, a steadfast sisterhood was there to greet me.
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I’M SO GRATEFUL for She Writes, the online community where women writers converge and discuss, share, encourage and generally provoke one another into thinking about these writing careers of ours. The site has done wonders for me, including introducing me to writers whose work I already admired. One of these is writer Meg Waite Clayton, whom we currently feature in our TSP Galleries. Why? Listen to how she describes her topic of choice for her three novels: [click to continue…]
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THE LAST DAY OF FEBRUARY will bring the Full Snow Moon, rising at the eleventh hour and 38th minute of the day. As with all full moons, the name comes from the Native American tradition. This name is fairly self-explanatory, though among some Native American people, February’s full moon was known as the Full Hunger Moon since winter conditions can make hunting very difficult. How do I know this? I write and record the daily almanac piece entitled The Naturalist’s Datebook, heard exclusively on Martha Stewart Living Radio, Sirius 112/XM 157. Listen up. And see my other TSP almanac pieces here, including a recent piece on how I change my diet at the full moon, as well as at the new moon, each month.
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I LOVE THIS SONG BY RICHARD THOMPSON, called “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” after the bike model, and every time I hear it, I think of my red-haired sister, Marion. I don’t even know if she knows the song (or Richard Thompson, or his ex-wife, Linda Thompson, or their son, Teddy Thompson, glorious musicians all). Do you, Marion? But as Richard’s cult hit says…Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme… [click to continue…]
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I WAS ON AMERICAN IDOL. Did you know? Did you catch me? No? Well, I recorded it for you. I think you’ll be really proud of me, sisters. It went really, really well, like this:
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OUR BRAS. IN TRANSLATION. Is it just us, or do they look bigger in French?
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AS SOMEONE WHO HAS PREVIOUSLY purchased Aristotle, you might like…” Thus began a recent email from Amazon.com. I’m thinking of printing it out and pinning it to my dress to wear while I watch The Simpsons, the combo of the two influences really kind of summing me up. Or does it? I’m not sure. Who am I, again? (Singalong now: “Who are you? Who, who, who who?”) Shall I ask Google, or ? [click to continue…]
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LITTLE SISTER, BIG SISTER: A digital moment, today.
First time here? Here's the idea: The Sister Project is a network of blogs about the many facets of the word sister, and the concept of sisterhood. A sisterhood of sister blogs, you could say. Whatever sister means to you, from identical twin to sister-in-law (or in friendship or in feminism), we’ll make room to listen in about it or express it on TSP. Like the slogan up top on our homepage says, “Don’t you have something to say to your sister?” We've got galleries of art and literature by and about sisters, and a Sisterpedia of sisterly trivia...but now we're getting ahead of ourselves. The quick study: Learn more about TSP, and how to find your way around. And oh—a giant, sisterly welcome.
No surprise, really, that sisterhood, often life’s longest relationship and always one of its most important, has been the Muse for so much creative self-expression by women, and also by men.
TSP’s Galleries were created to show off that outpouring of art and craft, poetry and prose. Come see a show or two—no ticket required, no lines to get in—and suggest others whose work we ought to showcase.
As the suffix of its name suggests, TSP's Sisterpedia is the reference section, one we’re hoping you’ll help us grow to maturity by adding your knowledge in the comments. Turn us on to new facts and figures, whether for the branch of our ‘library’ called Sistory (history from a sister point of view, from the Muses of ancient Greece to 60s Girl Groups and beyond) or the one called Sibling Science (what makes sisters tick, genetically and behaviorally). Or just click around and have a good read. See you there.
