Elasticity, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:57am
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by Lisa
1w ago
This is how you know we’re friends. That’s my sweatshirt, those are my sweatpants, and yes, my dilapidated slippers (on sale here for 25% off). (Also a shoe closet with pearl-studded booties gleaming goldly.) All, my friends, is not glamor. You know that already. It does feels new to have proven to myself that I dress solely for comfort. Comfort in its more expansive form. By this I mean, well, back when I was meeting the man who blogged as Reggie Darling, and with his husband, at a tony East Side restaurant in New York City, comfort was Prada or nada. In that case comfort was socia ..read more
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January Wet And Dry, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:05am
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by Lisa
2w ago
I can tell you exactly the point where drinking less alcohol did it for me: no more two days/week, no more than a total of four glasses/week. The tipping point. Right there I started sleeping better, I could let a night or two go by without missing it, and, funnily enough, more than two glasses made me feel terrible. As long-time readers know, I’ve been cutting back on drinking for many years. Fifteen, to be precise. I don’t want to stop altogether, but have been determined to retool a bad habit that was this close to disaster. At one point I drank 2-3 glasses of wine a night. In retrosp ..read more
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So Then What Happened, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:07am
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by Lisa
3w ago
Well hello! I am still the same person I was on December 31st, albeit even more bemused by America’s political shenanigans. You? Let’s talk about what’s next. Not in politics, I would not even aspire to predict where that’s going, and anyway I don’t plan to do anything different. I’ll just keep on donating, writing voter letters, and reading the newspapers and professorial/professional commentary who know better. In terms of my own teeny-tiny sandbox, here’s what’s up: Continuing: Spanish classes resume next week. Our teacher is Argentinian; I am expecting a great discussion of the World Cup ..read more
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Over-The-Top, Gold, Pearl-Ornamented Booties Worn 3 Ways, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:42am
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by Lisa
1M ago
Happy almost-New Gregorian Year! I have finished 2022 by doing as one of you suggested, i.e. buying and wearing a pair of pearl-ornamented gold leather booties. What? You say I cannot blame this on you all? I beg to differ. Nancy, thank you. So, if, and I get it’s a big “if,” but IF if you’re going to get yourself a pair of gold boots you have to wear them as much as possible. Rules are rules. My family spent the Christmas weekend at the Ritz-Carlton in Half Moon Bay. I’ve been there before you may remember, more than once. We had a really nice time. The weather was fair and mild, sunsets ..read more
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A Joyful Christmukkah To All, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:12am
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by Lisa
1M ago
From our family to yours. Have a wonderful weekend. Sending you love. Tweet ..read more
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If It’s Your First Time Hosting Christmas, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:56am
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by Lisa
1M ago
Yesterday, as I strung lights around our tree, a task I loathe, it occurred to me that I must have been the Christmas grownup at least 30 times in my life. Which is to say, either hosting at my house, or in charge of a big chunk at my mother’s. (As I’m not Superwoman, I’m sure I outsourced it more than once, hence 30 even though my oldest child is now 35.) To heck with metrics. I said yesterday, as I taped over a broken bulb, “I finally know how to do this.” In sum: A Christmas Veteran Tells You What She Wishes She Had Known 30 Years Ago Invest in storage. Day one. Those ornament boxes with ..read more
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Knees Touching/Words In The Air, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:58am
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by Lisa
1M ago
The other night I went to a remembrance ceremony held by the grief counseling organization where I’ll be volunteering. So close on the heels of my father’s service, I couldn’t help but look for patterns. The mind grinds when faced with inexplicable, upper case. My father’s service was, through absolutely no efforts of my own so there is no boast here, a work of art. The professors were brilliant, but everyone was eloquent or witty or original or provocative or narrated history with thought and care. Or, last box in the list, all of the above.The shared remembrance service was mostly much simp ..read more
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Minimalism +/-, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:30am
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by Lisa
1M ago
Time to think about clothes for Christmas. Only me? In any case, back in the early 90s I bought a dark brown columnar silk and rayon velvet dress by Harriet Selwyn. Still have it. Still fits, mas o meno. I’ve been wanting to wear it again, but it had ripped in the back. I had it mended. Brilliant! And I really wanted to wear these gold boots avec. (Yes, we are mixing our Romance languages, and why not, we might ask?) Minimal with a hit of kapow. But, when I retrieved the dress from the seamstress and tried it on with the shoes, nope. Boo. They were even on sale. The boots are just not fine e ..read more
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The Art Of Recovery, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:30am
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by Lisa
1M ago
I slept in this morning, and have dawdled through the day. I will not recover this time, but it’s in my belly or maybe behind my eyes. Time: unrecoverable, but embodied. Anyway, I meant to be talking about the quiet after a holiday, or during for that matter, in the face of the absolute fungal chaos of these last few years. I use the term “fungal” to mean connected underground, flying through the air, and popping up where you least expect it. Inexact, but hey, we’re all friends here. Wow it’s been a hard time. I am deeply thankful for every moment of okayness. Thanksgiving this year was just m ..read more
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My Father’s Memorial Service, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:01am
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by Lisa
1M ago
Today is my father’s memorial service. I thought of posting what I will read, but, no. I thought of showing you what I’ll wear, but, definitely no. It won’t be pink? Is that sufficient? Memorial services are, for me, already a particular straddle between public and private. My temperament lends itself either to intimate gatherings of wholehearted sharing, or public events where we communicate ideas about Topics with a capital T. A service is neither and both. I loved my father like a map of the world. I knew him for a very long time. In a rare act of restraint, I’m going to stop before I ..read more
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