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April 16, 2014

On the road in India. 

At first I was too overwhelmed by the emotional intensity of the experience, the sensory memories still hot on my tongue, and the rather epic jet lag to even look at my India photos.

And then I was too overwhelmed by the thought of distilling those two weeks into (god help us all) blog posts that the mere thought of trying to write about it left me exhausted. So once again, I went to bed at 8.

And then I realized there is nothing to do but present it, as best I can, knowing I will never be able to explain what really happened there: 21 friends and family gathered in a country most of us hardly knew to celebrate, explore, and, at the risk of sounding all Eat, Pray, Love, learn a little something about ourselves.

And in the middle of that, something deep and permanent happened between M. and me. We became a family.

So yeah.

It was intense.

It was gorgeous.

It was infuriating.

It was India.

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April 8, 2014

Nobody fucks with me and my boo.

Nobody fucks with me and my boo.

(Source: robsonic, via tenderbuttons)

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April 7, 2014

The ol’ ring switcharoo.

If you follow me on Instagram you know that six months after we set a wedding date, we are officially official. But heaven forbid we ever do things in the right order. Due to some major miscommunication between M. and his mom The Ring spent the first week in India on my right hand, me thinking it was ‘just’ the incredibly generous gift of a family heirloom. It wasn’t ‘til after his birthday party that Andrea, a bit tipsy and clearly charged with her task by a panicked M., said, “We’re going to need that ring back,” and I had some inkling that, oops, when his mom was handing out rings (and there were multiple), she wasn’t supposed to be handing out THIS ring.

But I kept wearing it, on Gena’s advice that he could change the hand it was on himself.

Thing is though, it was always more comfortable on the left hand and I often absentmindedly moved it there, so when I walked into our lovely room at the Brunton Boatyard to see it decorated like this, I actually had to quick move it from left to right, knowing that fragrant ribbons of jasmine can only mean one thing: the left ring finger was about to live out its destiny and must be naked as a virgin in preparation.

He got down on one knee. He asked me to marry him. This time it was not a qualified yes. It was a yes, wherever and whenever and til death do us part.

The ring is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, certainly the most beautiful thing I have ever worn. I am awed by its colors, by its weight, by the richness of the gold, and most of all, by its history. It is at least 200 years old, though it may be 300.

It began as one of several pendants on a long necklace that was a gift to M.’s great-grandfather, the Dewan of Mysore, by the Maharaja of Mysore, during the years of the British Raj. (The Dewan is a top advisory position, hereditary, that M.’s family held for generations.) We don’t know how long it was in the Maharaja’s family.

M.’s great-grandmother turned the pendants into rings and as an antique jewelry expert explained to me, each is an example of pancharatma — jewelry that has 5 gems or 5 metals, a symbol of power. The gems are uncut ruby, uncut emerald, uncut sapphire, uncut diamond, and cat’s eye (proof that M. does like cats after all?).

Wearing it, I do indeed feel powerful — smart and beautiful, too.

But most of all — I feel loved.

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February 18, 2014

If you love something, let it go.
If you don’t love something, definitely let it go.
Basically, just drop everything, who cares.

B.J. Novak, in his new book (via).

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February 14, 2014

Fiona Apple, “Valentine”

(via yumwatch:davidfuternick)

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February 13, 2014

Woman Cuts Off Tattoo of Cheating Boyfriend's Name, Mails it to Him


This is one way to get (very weird and painful) revenge: A woman who found out her boyfriend had cheated on her removed a tattoo of his name from her arm with a scalpel and mailed the bloody chunk of flesh to his home, which he shares with his new girlfriend.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

(via umcanyounot)


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January 31, 2014

So adorable: a personalized handwriting bracelet. Your signature, a phrase, your love’s name — rendered in silver.
Hat tip to Mandie, who said: “like your faux Mayur tattoo.” Not a bad idea…

So adorable: a personalized handwriting bracelet. Your signature, a phrase, your love’s name — rendered in silver.

Hat tip to Mandie, who said: “like your faux Mayur tattoo.” Not a bad idea…

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January 15, 2014

Holy smokes. Five years!
No doubt about it, this was the best yet.
(“I knew that getting a dog was either the smartest decision or the worst for you two,” a friend said. I know exactly what she means.)
You always hear that life is short, and while that’s true, it’s also true that life is long.
You have so many opportunities to get it right.
It took us five years, but we’re hitting our stride — with an improbable number of pets in our wake.
I love you, baby. Happy anniversary.
PS: Anniversaries past.

Holy smokes. Five years!

No doubt about it, this was the best yet.

(“I knew that getting a dog was either the smartest decision or the worst for you two,” a friend said. I know exactly what she means.)

You always hear that life is short, and while that’s true, it’s also true that life is long.

You have so many opportunities to get it right.

It took us five years, but we’re hitting our stride — with an improbable number of pets in our wake.

I love you, baby. Happy anniversary.

PS: Anniversaries past.

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November 7, 2013

It’s part of my parenting philosophy that children should get the opportunity to reinvent themselves at a few points in their childhood to see where their strengths and weaknesses lie and to experience living in different cultures… It’s an experiment. We’ll see.

Gwyneth Paltrow

It’s a great philosophy. I grew up that way and I’m the better for it, though of course it wasn’t my dad deciding with all the privilege of a Hollywood star, ‘I think I’ll move to California for a couple years….’

Nope, it was just good old fashioned true love.

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October 25, 2013

I only drink champagne on two occassions. When I am in love and when I’m not.

Coco Chanel (via glamour)

In fairness, that does leave a great deal of grey area.

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