SISTERLESS AS I AM, all my original lessons on sisterhood came from my sweet, sweet Mama. Here she is in 1981 with baby Brother T. Of course, I still catch her gazing at him with that exact same adoration now 30 years later. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas (and mama’s boys)!
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HAIR. OH, HAIR. MAYBE IT was the Steel Magnolias post I did a few weeks ago that brought this age-old sisterhood subject back to mind. I have, after all, talked hair here several times before, (mostly pertaining to my envy for the all-wholesome and timeless beauty of braids). But now thanks to my friend (and, ahem, hair stylist) Cara, I’ve been seeing hair in a whole new light. She’s recently started blogging about the design, science and social relevance of hair. Her posts are smart, stylish, and full of photos (see those ladies above at the Bronner Brothers hair show?) that blow my mind. Move over, Braid Wednesday, your edgy big sister is in town.
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Bishop with her poet BFF Robert Lowell
THROUGHOUT HER LIFE, poet Elizabeth Bishop refused to be anthologized with only women writers or only queer writers, insisting that her work needed to stand apart from any singular component of her infinite identities. I love this about Bishop, and I love her work, and when I think of my favorite writers who embody a kind of intangible womanness (sorry, Elizabeth), I always think of her. So in Bishop’s honor, I’d like to open the floor to your favorite women poets and fictioneers (only because my sister Marion, has the nonfiction corner covered). [click to continue…]
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IHAVE SOME VAGUE MEMORIES of watching Steel Magnolias with my childhood best friend and neighbor, Amanda. We were too young to understand what was happening between all the glamorous big hair and delicious southern accents but we were enamored just the same. We both cried at the end. I’m not sure that we even understood why. I just remember feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness, that (thankfully) was quite novel to me then. I was reminded of this memory, hazy though it may be, just a few days ago [click to continue…]
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THIS FIVE YEAR-OLD HAS it all figured out! I’m a bit envious of her clarity on life’s heavy subjects. And I’m completely charmed by her passion. I love when she says “If he comes running out…”
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BIG SISTER, DIRT-MONGER, WILD CAT-TAMER, plant-lover, bigtime blogger, partner in insanity (um, trust me I know about this one), pioneeress, surrogate mother, and now tack another roaring head above the proverbial mantel: memoirist! Margaret has written a memoir about leaving her wild corporate job for peace in the, well, wild. I read it on my vacation to Tokyo last month and let me tell you, [click to continue…]
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LAST WEEK I THREW myself over a huge hurdle. (And I’m still not even sure how I did it.) I completed my MFA thesis reading. My parents came to North Carolina from various corners of the world and my sweet boyfriend traveled all the way from Tokyo to see me read. But even among all the excitement, I was sad to see that one big-baby-man-face was missing from the crowd. That’s right: T was on vacation in Costa Rica. However, my brother did send this congratulatory email in his absence. [click to continue…]
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AS I WIND DOWN my last semester of graduate school and the wide expanse of adulthood opens before me, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about money. (And apparently everyone else in the world is, too!) Of course, how to save it. But I’m also constantly catching myself thinking about how I’m going to spend it (once I get it, that is). So I thought it appropriate to post this week about the book Obsessive Consumption by Kate Bingaman-Burt, in which she has illustrated every purchase she made over three years. [click to continue…]
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Can you guess which sister cinema classic these items are from?
AS SOMEONE WHO IS, sadly, sisterless. (And who has been writing a blog about sister-ness for quite some time now) I’m constantly searching for ways to live vicariously through sister-figures. And right now, one of my favorite ways to live vicariously through all things glamourous and exciting is through design*sponge’s “Living In” series, which features little guides to acheiving the style of dreamy movies. Here are some of my sister-themed favorites from the series: [click to continue…]
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IKNOW, I KNOW. I’m becoming the girl who cried quilt envy. I keep saying I want to learn, but have yet to get down to business. But oh sweet Jesus, seeing this amazing robot number makes think that buying this book may solve all my problems.
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LONGTIME FAVORITE: Two Sisters (on the Terrace) by Pierre Auguste Renoir
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.