I Don't Post on My Blog Because I Am My Own Worst Critic

I started my blog in 2010 because I needed to write and I needed a community. I was a blog reader (mostly a food blog reader, who salivated over close-ups of gooey chocolate cake and fresh salads), and I thought to myself: Why don't I do that? I can take pictures of my impressively-piped frosting. ...more
Thank you for being so candid and sharing your vulnerability so many of us share. I've been ...more

The Thin Line: Activism, Voyeurism, and Consuming Lives Online

The other day, my news feed was full of that story.  You know which one.  The story about the black girl who was brutally dragged from desk in a South Carolina high school classroom by a white uniformed police officer after refusing to get off her cell phone and leave the classroom. ...more

(Not Just) Black and White: Thoughts on the Princeton Privilege Essay

Have you seen the article about privilege written by the Princeton freshman ? It's probably all over your Facebook/tumblr/whatever feed ... or at least, it was all over mine, for reasons that I can't quite put my finger on.  It's possible that outrage fueled the social media frenzy, like "Princeton Mom" Susan Patton's injunctions to young women to marry well have done. ...more
Interesting...especially after having spent a day (yesterday) at Princeton.more

Why Cinderella Is Not Invited to My Daughter's Birthday Party

My daughter is not a feminist. She is an almost-three-year-old tornado whose favorite color is blue, but who enjoys dressing in pink and purple tulle and dancing around, proclaiming, "I'm a PRINcess!" To which I respond, invariably: "You are always a princess, because you're smart, and beautiful, and kind." (Or some drek-y thing along those lines.) Because, really, what else can you say that is uncomplicated enough for a well-indoctrinated three-year-old girl to understand? ...more
sandracreasonThanks so much for your thoughtful comment, Sandra!  I love your point about ...more

From Journal to Blog: I Tell, Therefore You Are

My first journal -- a bright red, cloth-covered, hardbound affair bespeckled with small, white forget-me-nots -- was given to me for my ninth birthday. I don't remember who gave it to me; it must have been my parents, unlikely as that seems, given what my father thought about the past times of reading and writing. I remember feeling excited but also a little overwhelmed by all of the blank pages, wondering how I would fill it, whether I should document my days, record the facts, or tell my deepest secrets. I also remember feeling vaguely disappointed that it didn't come with a lock and key, like the pink and purple ones I'd seen shrink wrapped at B.Dalton. ...more
I became very serious about keeping a journal after being gifted Anne Frank's Diary in the fifth ...more

How to Start a CSA Program At Your Office

Imagine picking up a box of groceries at work. Now imagine that the box includes strawberries, snap peas, asparagus, baby lettuce, and radishes all picked that morning less than 20 miles away; a dozen free-range eggs; local goat cheese; a loaf of fresh-baked bread; and a jar of honey. Start envisioning dinner: goat cheese and strawberry salad, asparagus frittata, stir-fry. Finally, imagine that this convenience cost you less than a trip to the store. Too good to be true? Not if you’re a member of a workplace-based CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) program. ...more
This is a fantastic idea, and something I would have never thought of. We had a CSA basket for a ...more

Buying Blogger-Made This Holiday Season

There are two things I love about shopping at small independent merchants: first, I can buy things that are one of a kind. Second, I am directly supporting a cottage industry run by someone I could potentially get to know; our transaction is the beginning of a relationship beyond the simple acquisition of goods or services, especially if that person blogs, and I become a regular reader and commenter. It’s sort of like going to my local farmer’s market or my CSA to pick up a bunch of kale from the farmer whose fields I pass on the way to my son’s school. Why wouldn’t I shop that way? ...more
As we were at Toys R Us today, I was thinking there has to be a better way with better products ...more