My executive assistant. (Taken with instagram)
Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.
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My hot cocoa has an attitude. (Taken with instagram)
I wouldn’t listen to me anyway
We always fantasize about what we’d tell our younger selves if we could travel back in time. Somehow “fix” our adolescence with our hard-won wisdom.
Except it wouldn’t work.
If I visited my 14-year-old self today, she’d be hearing the advice of a 41-year-old woman.
And at 14 I did get the advice of a 41-year-old woman: my mom.
You think I listened to her?
What makes me think I’d listen to me?
Utne Reader: How Doctors Choose to Die
I can confirm first-hand that this is absolutely true. Dr. Husband’s Advance Directive is very clear on this matter and it comes down to three letters: DNR.
Doctors have the very best medical care at their fingertips. They read journals that publish the latest medical findings; they know the most up-to-date treatments for various ailments and diseases; they might even play golf with a top surgeon or two. And yet, when faced with death, many…
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Should Vanity Fair Be a Spelling Vigilante?
Nicely done, “Juli” Weiner … if that’s how you really spell your name …
Just as New York Times public editor Arthur S. Brisbane is concerned whether his newspaper should print lies or the truth, we here at V.F. looking for reader input on whether and when Vanity Fair should spell “words” correctly in the stories we publish.
One example: the word “maintenance” seems like it should only have one “a” in it. It should be “maintenence,” right? But it’s not. So is it our job as reporters and editors to spell it correctly?
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Ah, Louise Brooks. She was the photo I took to my stylist for years and years. Thinking of chopping these bangs again on Saturday. Stay tuned …
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin (via badideasophia)
Yes! for the New Year. Here’s to magic and growth in 2012.
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