Right before Charlotte was born, we bought and moved into our house upstate near Clinton Corners and Millbrook. It's a sweet little house and a landmark according to the local Clinton Historical Society.
Coats are my thing. I have four different leopard print coats alone (one rain jacket, one topper, one cropped and one full length double breasted number) and a special closet (in closet-challenged NYC) just to hold them.
This past week was Yom Kippur- the Jewish day of atonement. I'm not Jewish and I know that cultural appropriation is the new favorite critique to levy at folks, but I think it's a great concept regardless of your religious tradition.*
It feels like we’re surrounded by violence. And the violence we’ve been experiencing (mostly, I hope, as bystanders) in our nation and world is tragic.
Those who commit these violent acts are, in most cases, individuals. Solitary men. (Sorry, dudes, but not so many chicks are involved in mass shootings and terrorist acts.) Men who make a series of decisions that lead them to end the lives of others.