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Feminista a la Carte
Arianne McGinnis has casually cropped hair and long bangs that she brushes off her forehead as if looking for her thoughts across the parking lot of the trendy burger joint we’re perched next to. Her speech is clipped, but interspersed with laughter. Her body moves awkwardly in an airy dress, as if unaccustomed to the freedom from what I imagine were perennial denim cut-offs rubbed with dirt from the fields in which she once worked. She reminds me of Jodie Foster.
Life of Pie
My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.
Crisp Apples, Oodles!
Warning! I feel a Julie Andrews moment coming on…Art-ist hand felt-ed wool, homey and rosy…warm hues of green that make rugs feel so cozy…Splashes of luxury, soft yarns and strings…these are a few of my favorite things…