I will lose my mind telling family friends all of the reasons that they need to stop thinking that Trump is actually vote-worthy. I’d direct them to Sarah Silverman’s tweet but I don’t want to foist them on Twitter.
Nitehawk is a wonderful theater in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Excellent food and cocktails in addition to interesting movies. It’s my favorite place to see a movie these days.
We went to see Spotlight, described by IMDB as “the true story of how the Boston Globe uncovered the massive scandal of child molestation and cover-up within the local Catholic Archdiocese, shaking the entire Catholic Church to its core.”
While the subject matter is heavy, heartbreaking stuff, the film finds lighter moments by illustrating the camaraderie among journalists. And the cast, including Rachel McAdams, Michael Keaton, Mark Ruffalo and dreamy Liev Schreiber, is excellent – I’ll be shocked if the film doesn’t get a lot of love during award season.
You know from pastposts that I’m a huge fan of the brand’s outerwear. While I love the pale pink of this coat, what I really need is a basic black coat–with some flair, of course. I’m waiting for this one to go on sale. Continue reading →
When I featured Abby Draper here back in the day, we hadn’t yet met. Fortunately we fixed that this year and you can read about it here. One of these days, she might even get me to SoulCycle. Maybe.
When Jennifer told me it has been two years since my Twitter Spotlight I didn’t believe her. When I re-read the piece and sat down to write this update, I actually am bemused at what has happened in what feels like such a short amount of time.
First, for all of the single men reading this, I have gotten way hotter and way funnier and way more single. Wink, wink.
Now that that’s out of the way – here are seven highlights from my life since I last contributed. When I write “listicles” I try to stick with seven because five is too short and ten is too long, in case you were wondering about the random number. Continue reading →
It was the first funeral I attended since my sweet Dad’s in spite of this being, I think, the sixth friend or acquaintance to lose her dad just since June. I warned the women I traveled to Connecticut with:
I will be a mess. Don’t be alarmed.
And I was a mess. But a manageable mess. I don’t think anyone noticed.
Attending the funeral was worth the tears. The friend (this one) has been dear to me for many years and was someone I leaned on across the miles when this year was at its hardest.