Marion Roach Smith’s alternate sisterly reality, with Margaret Roach.
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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DANCING ON TABLETOPS? And why not? On February 5, 1959 Marilyn Monroe, Karen Blixen, and Carson McCullers had lunch. Oh yeah, Arthur Miller was there, too. Taking place in Nyack, New York, the event was hosted by McCullers in honor of the great Karen Blixen, whose pen name, of course, is Isak Dinesen (Out of Africa). The menu consisted of soufflé, oysters, grapes and champagne. After lunch there was dancing. On the table top. On the solid marble table top, to be specific. Or so I’ve read. And I love every word.
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THERE ARE TWO QUESTIONS no husband or partner should ask a woman, and both begin with “How many?” Both inquiries are gasoline on the fire that is a woman’s soul, and while neither question should ever be either asked or answered, I’m sure you’ll agree on which of the two is far more deeply private, far more tied up in secrecy, and way more important to the ongoing health of any relationship. That’s right, sister: it’s the question that ends in the word “shoes.” [click to continue…]
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BOOT CAMP: NOT A PHRASE that previously would have caught my eye, but after reviewing our finances, and my butt, I realized that while personal training was no longer an option, something must be done to continue the healthy workout routine I’d adopted. What I never expected was to discover a brand new sisterhood in the bargain.
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SOMETIMES I’M SIMPLY TOO PISSED OFF to keep it to myself. What always happens when this happens is I tell my sister first, and since these days I have so very many sisters to tell, I’ll tell you, too. This being-too-pissed-off-to-keep-quiet thing doesn’t happen often. But it happened today, and as of today my habits will change, and never again will I enter an H&M clothing store. Here’s why.
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WHO CROSSED YOUR PATH FIRST on New Year’s Day? If it was a redhead, you may need to fasten your seat belt for a bumpy 2010, since at least one beginning-of-the-year tradition holds that the person first crossing your threshold in the new year decides the luck you’ll have for the next 365 days. [click to continue…]
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THE DOGS LIVES ON. Now, two months after his harrowing and lengthy hospital stay, Otter is still alive. And he appears to be well. His blood-test numbers fluctuate a bit, giving me a scare here and there, but to see him is to know that he is much better. And while the doctors agree, they also agree that he is still sick, and must stay on a special diet, designed to not stress his greatly weakened kidneys. Which would be fine, except that he is also allergic to everything. And so we consulted a nutritionist.
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YOU KNOW HOW WE LOVE US SOME SINGALONGS. I mean, we’ve done it before. So here, for all you sisters juggling holiday prep, is our seasonal song, to be sung to the tune of There is Nothing Like a Dame, which, if you need to be reminded, is right up top in the music video. [click to continue…]
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SISTERS, SISTERS THERE were never such devoted sisters. Ring a bell? It should. A holiday bell, to be specific, since those are the opening lyrics to perhaps the most memorable song from White Christmas, that fine movie that is now playing on TV almost nonstop in the festive season. Sisterly devotion is also the theme to so much of what we write about here at TSP, perhaps never more so illustrated than by the December 16th birthday girl, Jane Austen (1775), and the astonishing act of sisterhood performed by her sister after the death of the famous writer. [click to continue…]
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THERE ARE SOME PHRASES we hope never to utter. We all have them, and since they are inutterable I won’t list them, nope, except this one, which I can now say aloud, head raised, even making eye contact with another human, after a sister-stranger saved me, liberated me, and made me hold my red head up high and say: I cook for my dog. [click to continue…]
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THE OLD DAYS: In Grandma's garden.
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