Barbie and the Existential Crisis
I was not a child who enjoyed dolls.
I live in Austin, Texas, where, along with much of the country, I expect to remain under a “Shelter in Place” order during Palm Sunday. What a strange contradiction on a Sunday in which we would ordinarily march around the streets of the church, waving palm branches, and loudly singing, “Hosanna in the highest!”
I’ve been attending yoga classes at my local studio for about a year. I’m into yoga for the stretching and centering, so when Zoe announced that the theme of the Wednesday class was going to be hard work, I immediately got nervous.
Last night my husband and I went to see the movie based on Fred Roger’s ministry, Won’t You Be My Neighbor.
In May of 2002, I wandered through the aisles of a Target. I probably needed laundry detergent, but instead was