A few weeks ago, I got out of the train and realized how close we were to the anniversary of the election. By the time i got home, I decided I wanted to organize something (#copingmechanism) for November 8th 2017, and i wanted it to be positive and productive. It was certainly better than my alternative plan of chugging wine and trying to scrounge up some Xanax (but I mean if you have some to share obvs DM me.) Last night it happened, and it was amazing. Positivity, community and conversation is what we were after, and that’s exactly what we got. Thank you @sincerelytommy_@stcoffee_ for being so generous with your space. Thank you @childrenofpromisenyc for not only agreeing to participate in our event but most of all for helping hundreds of children and families in our community who have fallen victim to our broken system. Thank you @clementinebakery@lasonrisafoods for donating your products to a good cause. Thank you @ashley_kahler for all around support, brainstorming, transporting and being a class act welcome committee, @cmfg for lugging 40 empanadas across borough lines (and @greatiscait for hooking up said empanadas!) and my amazing friends for coming out to support. Thank you @chrisbolmn@dansolomito for agreeing to hop on board at first ask. And thank you to the amazing people of #Bedstuy for coming out and sharing your experiences, thoughts and more with us.
It’s been a long year. Come out and support a good cause next Wednesday November 8th at @stcoffee_ (RSVP link in bio.)
Repost @stcoffee_ Come join us next Wednesday (11/8) to celebrate community over some music, drinks, and bites. All proceeds will go towards Children of Promise NYC (@childrenofpromisenyc), a Bed-Stuy based org that empowers children of incarcerated parents to break the cycle of intergenerational involvement in the criminal justice system.
1/ me looking blissful with my mother’s parents. i have them to thank for so much, including my progressive values, love of dogs, and occasional access to cable television (Nickelodeon FTW)
2/ if you threaten to take my oreo you will get intense side eye. was clearly destined to live in brooklyn (see: slip dress, white sneaks, designer sweatshirt.) 3/ mood, always. (aka don’t fuck with penguins)
4/ my dad’s mother and her son tim. always glamorous, always loving
Until recently, I had no idea who #EdittaSherman was. Turns out, she was a successful photographer, taking portraits of everyone from Christopher Plummer to Marcel Marceau to June Carter Cash. She was the “Duchess of Carnegie Hall” living in her studio there for over 60 years (yes, people LIVED in Carnegie Hall, wut?) a wearer of amazing hats, and besties with the late great Bill Cunningham.
She and her family also happened to live in my parents house in Olney, MD for several years in the 1940s. “Lazy Acres” as it was called (and as I will be calling it moving forward) was home to five kids as well as to several cows, pigs and chickens. I had the pleasure of meeting Melisande, Editta’s daughter who was born in our house, and it was an honor to hear what an amazing and inspirational woman her mother was.
It warms my to know that our beloved home carries such special memories and creative energies. Time to bust out the crystals ....
Repost of the always eloquent @ashley_kahler ・・・
Please google Anthony Baez, 1994, football, South Bronx, and the cause of "wholly gratuitous" aggression. Please understand that Smith and Carlos defied IOC rule 50 that explicitly prohibited their free speech and implored them to "maintain a focus on their sporting performance." Please understand that this rule does not exist in the NFL, nor should it. Please ask yourself whether you felt as angry as you do right now when back in 2014, the Saint Louis Police Officers Association demanded that Rams players be disciplined and the team apologize for raising their hands for Michael Brown as they ran onto the field. Please maintain the intellectual fortitude to set aside whatever opinions you have and simply acknowledge that these are roadmaps, where language is coded and articulated with the doublespeak of years and years already past. And please understand that when we called this President racist, it was not merely an opinion we posited to dismiss those we didn't agree with. It was a substantive adjective supported by so many facts, if only we were brave enough to call them as such.
Yesterday we celebrated the 92 years of life of my beloved grandpa Clay. He had a true presence and a deep love for life. He was deeply proud of, and committed to, his family (wife, children, grand children and great grand children), active in his church and local theatre communities, and was a loyal fan to the Giants, 49ers and Warriors. He taught me how far life can take you when you maintain a positive outlook, regardless of the cards you're dealt (and that a couple glasses of wine - or vodka - never hurt along the way.) I feel so blessed to have known him into my adult life, and will miss him dearly. Grandpa, I'll think of you every time I watch the birds.