Happy Thanksgiving

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November 25, 2015 by Julia

 

iris schwarz:

Found at http://blog.thewallpaperfiles.com/2010_05_01_archive.html

Homemade Love: Picture Book: bell hooks, Shane W. Evans:

From picture book Homemade Love, illustration by Shane W. Evans

Bless Their Hearts

BY RICHARD NEWMAN

At Steak ‘n Shake I learned that if you add

“Bless their hearts” after their names, you can say

whatever you want about them and it’s OK.

My son, bless his heart, is an idiot,

she said. He rents storage space for his kids’

toys—they’re only one and three years old!

I said, my father, bless his heart, has turned

into a sentimental old fool. He gets

weepy when he hears my daughter’s greeting

on our voice mail. Before our Steakburgers came

someone else blessed her office mate’s heart,

then, as an afterthought, the jealous hearts

of the entire anthropology department.

We bestowed blessings on many a heart

that day. I even blessed my ex-wife’s heart.

Our waiter, bless his heart, would not be getting

much tip, for which, no doubt, he’d bless our hearts.

In a week it would be Thanksgiving,

and we would each sit with our respective

families, counting our blessings and blessing

the hearts of family members as only family

does best. Oh, bless us all, yes, bless us, please

bless us and bless our crummy little hearts.

Poem copyright ©2009 by Richard Newman from his most recent book of poetry, Domestic Fugues, Steel Toe Books, 2009

Swingin’ jazz piano that works for baking. Just discovered the Ramsey Lewis Trio’s older stuff, from the albums In Person: 1960-1967 and Down to Earth:

 

 

 

The Myth of Quality Time by Frank Bruni at the New York Times:

“There’s simply no real substitute for physical presence.

We delude ourselves when we say otherwise, when we invoke and venerate “quality time,” a shopworn phrase with a debatable promise: that we can plan instances of extraordinary candor, plot episodes of exquisite tenderness, engineer intimacy in an appointed hour.”

Melissa Castrillon:
We Share The Same Sewing Machine by Melissa Castrillon

 

The piece is in Harlem and it’s entitled “Friends”. The sculptor is Nnamdi Okonkwo.:

The piece is in Harlem and it’s entitled “Friends”. The sculptor is Nnamdi Okonkwo

Now eat up, and then hibernate.

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