Me, yearnin.’
I don’t enjoy Valentine’s Day. I love love and hearts (especially those filled with chocolate) and the aesthetic pull of pink towards red, and the bag of Hershey Kisses my dad brings me each year.
But my grandmother died three Valentine’s Days ago, on February 14, 2021. I miss her every day. How can this day not be tampered? I will be spending it in Philly at a poetry reading themed about love, and I will power through, but my heart will be in a cemetery in North Arlington, at the foot of a rose marble, heart-shaped grave with my last name etched into the cold stone.
Many friends have told me they plan to come out to my small writing tour (dates above) and I am full of gratitude that I will be barking out shrieks of excitement over seeing (and hugging) people I haven’t seen in a very long time that night. My grandmother was the queen of shrieking. She would exclaim “GET OUT!” and clap her hands together over the smallest or largest joys: a new baby joining the family, a beautiful scarf picked out for her birthday at a little shop in Eugene, Oregon, a perfectly cinnamoned rice pudding. I in every day, every way try to be her, the version all in black to her bright white. And so next week I will try to be her, too. I hope she’s with me, and I hope she’s with you, too, if this day is isolating or a thicket of loves lost to wade through.
In the often muddied spirit of this day, my beloved friend Sam has put together the below playlist as an exclusive newsletter gift. And now you can say with surety that someone gave you a Valentine this year. I love you all for reading, laughing, relating, and this blog is one of the reasons that my heart feels happy this season.
And now…
To listen:
I joined
of on his podcast to discuss this very Substack and developing a specific writer’s voice. This is one of my favorite interviews I’ve done!To read:
I wrote the dumbest rant about Chris Pratt being cast as the Pringles man in an upcoming Superbowl commercial:
He Must Be Stopped
This Monday, a Monday like any other (“working” from home, planning to “catch up” on the Real Housewives of Potomac aka play Candy Crush in between Candiace talking heads, being “dressed” aka wearing a size 4X band hoodie and underweards) I went on Twitter and saw something that made my pastafied Italian heart stop.
I was greatly moved when my friend Mike Duquette forwarded me this email from
, who I met Saturday at karaoke. I had in the span of one evening several meaningful, thoughtful conversations with my new pal, ones where I felt proud of the (un)learning I have done to engage with others in dialogues about institutionally distinct lived experiences than mine, to receive their insights and make someone feel safe passing them to me. I’m not a man, for one, and can not speak to the pressures of toxic masculinity on my (fleshy, woman’s) shoulders. Mike was inspired to write about some of what I said to him last weekend, and I’m honored to share that here.Mike DUQUETTE wrote a birthday tribute to the unexpected pop hits of John Williams that I had so much fun reading/live-texting Mike about. To learn how Bon Jovi and Star Wars are connected, and how John Williams and Toto are connected, and how Baby Shark is connected to all of this, read here.
also has a podcast called Detoxicity which advocates for progressive masculinity, and I am sharing an episode with our wonderful mutual friend, Mike Duquette. I have said the name Mike too many times in this newsletter. I will stop now. Mike. Damnit.Nasty, nasty work down in Florida, as reported by
:The Nation freaking me out with this long read on the erosion of the Chevron deference, and our Supreme Court openly seizing power from our actual elected lawmakers.
UGH, from
at Wonkette:Lovely piece on shifting perspectives and community in immigration from
:Really enjoyed this little ode to sea shanties! From
:This is literally just Simone:
This is literally just Lugosi and early contender for song of the summer:
Actually my babies:
Various and sundry:
I leave you with a song I have come to love:
Love you bitches,
TG
You've got a writing tour? GET OUT! X
Your grandmother would be so proud of you!! XOXO