What are you up to this weekend? We’re going to the Museum of Natural History to see the dinosaurs. Anton is out-of-his-mind excited, especially for the stegosaurus (“his brain was the size of a lime!”). Hope you have a good one, and here are a few fun links from around the web…
LOVE the new color of my favorite sandals. I wear them all spring and summer.
Excited to watch the show Killing Eve this weekend. Have you seen it?
When your outfit perfectly matches the sea and sky.
The galvanizing shock of the Cosby verdict. “For all the fears that the #MeToo moment will be marked by overreach, the fact remains that a single instance of justice feels more surprising than several decades of serial rape.” (New Yorker)
The French beauty product I swear by. (Those rave reviews!)
A mother’s guide to navigating a special needs encounter.
A lynching memorial is opening, and the country has never seen anything like it. (NYTimes)
Plus, three great reader comments:
Says Jesse on restaurant anxieties: “I have this idea to start a restaurant review blog for HSP’s (highly sensitive people). It wouldn’t be about the food, but it would tell you things like if there is parking and what the entrance feels like. The bathroom location would, of course, be of utmost importance.”
Says Laura on 17 reader comments on grief: “When my dad died 10 years ago, a friend gave me a very pretty colored box. She said, ‘I know you’re going to be getting a lot of cards and letters from people and you won’t know where to put them, but you won’t want to throw them away — you can use this box.’ It was SUPER helpful, and now I’ve given the same gift to many friends after a significant loss.”
Says Marina on 17 reader comments on grief: “I’m not into quotes but this one has carried me through after the loss of my eight-year-old son: ‘Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.'”
(Photo of Zadie Smith at a reading.)