A Six-Word Memoir for my Moma

Moma and Me

Even a million words can’t do her justice. But these six (as suggested by Morning Edition) are a good start.

The alto part; rum-raisin lipstick.




Oh, Gilbert.

That Texts from Avonlea exists is just about the most definitive proof of kindred spirits. Ever.

Texts From Avonlea

Texts from Avonlea 2

Texts from Avonlea 3

Redheaded Step-Child

Two instances of this phrase in my Google reader in the past two days. Weird.

When in reference to a chocolate-chip clafoutis, I feel like it means “that quirky, kind of weird, but totes the one you want to hang out with” redhead. {Big Girls Small Kitchen}

In reference to lip prints, I’m not sure what to think. (Although those Marc Jacobs earrings are pretty cute.) {Girls of a Certain Age}

The Ideal Damon

For my inked-up alter ego, I believe this is the Ideal Damon.

EW.com (and my delightful friend Esther)

EW.com (and my delightful friend Esther)

Though let’s be clear: any Damon is really my favorite Damon.

A Very Redhead Day

First up, my alter ego on a teeny-tiny button.

Illustration by Emily Martin

Illustration by Emily Martin

My friend Audra knows me too well! If I could magically transform into someone else, it would be this ginger gal. Curly updo; bright coral lips; and beautiful, delicate, seriously inky ink.

Speaking of redheaded kindred spirits, loved the interview with this Lauren, who also has a thing for Willem de Kooning. {Lonny}

And rounding out my day, this paragraph most amazing:
“Kevin was everything an overweight 10-year-old girl could ever hope for in a man. His hair was the color of Cheetos and he was an incredible speller. It was decided; I was in love.”
from A Life Plan for Two, Followed by One, by Marina Shifrin. {NYTimes}