I can absolutely vouch for Jeff's Substack (https://substack.com/@newcastlejeff) and I'm not just saying that because he's a good friend. Seriously, it's REALLY good.
Too bad so sad made me spit on my phone (in a good way.) Thank the good Lord you are writing about you and all your humorous/smart/clever/tart salad dressing/messy/genuine-ness and not growing organic vegetables in Vermont!! That’s what has gotten most of us in this mess - is reading too much about growing organic vegetables in a beautiful idyllic land. If was only allowed to read one Substack, it’d be yours.
I’m loving the evolution of your Substack. I’m especially loving that you are the guinea pig that I can watch as I get closer to starting mine!
Hi Lara! Irena inspired me to start mine and it’s already been a very rewarding experience.
I can absolutely vouch for Jeff's Substack (https://substack.com/@newcastlejeff) and I'm not just saying that because he's a good friend. Seriously, it's REALLY good.
Oh, “The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock” is my favorite poem!
It’s gorgeous, right? “I should have been a pair of ragged claws / scuttling across the floors of silent seas.”
"...licked its tongue into the corners of the evening..."
I am also an Irena. Very few people “let the a stay” - and try to make it Irene…
I get irrationally aggravated by the "e" at the end—I think because the "a" was so hard won!
A fabulous hero post, well done Irena!
Prufrock, binging White Lotus, the tangled threads that connect families? You had me at hello. Cynical middle aged women are my people!
In that case, welcome to the loony bin! I'm delighted that we found each other.
If I were to ever be a parent, I hope my future nine year old is just like you were.
LOVE the picture of you arriving on these fair shores. You were—and continue to be—an imp. ADORABLE!
Can I just say how much I love the word “imp”? Best word ever. ❤️❤️❤️
It’s a good one right? Neck-and-neck with “gamine,” another word you personify. 🥰
Phew! For a second there I thought the title of this one was a demand for me to do something. My brain was like “I’m trying! I’m trying!”
Ha! No, all the demands are usually directed at myself by my own relentless inner monologue.
Too bad so sad made me spit on my phone (in a good way.) Thank the good Lord you are writing about you and all your humorous/smart/clever/tart salad dressing/messy/genuine-ness and not growing organic vegetables in Vermont!! That’s what has gotten most of us in this mess - is reading too much about growing organic vegetables in a beautiful idyllic land. If was only allowed to read one Substack, it’d be yours.
I LOVE the defiant “e” to “a” story 😂 Carry on as you were. 👏🏻