by Pearl Klein | Apr 20, 2015 | Uncategorized
Worry less about the rest. I don’t remember the pointless thought I had that inspired this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I have a lot of thoughts like this, mostly when I’m going to bed, and they take on great importance. My bedside notebook these days...
by Pearl Klein | Apr 19, 2015 | Uncategorized
Not the best of all days, not the worst of all days, but as sometimes happens, I’m ecstatic and inspired. A little bit manic, perhaps, and a little bit rock and roll. What happened today? My sister, A., and I had a writing retreat to work on the memoir we’ve been...
by Pearl Klein | Apr 18, 2015 | Uncategorized
People ask what I’m drinking. I say, “Mud.” By which I mean doctored protein powder, texturally enhanced so I can do some chewing. Other people drink smoothies; I prefer bities. M. asks what it tastes like. I say, “Not much. Not bad, a little bit gritty, pretty bland,...
by Pearl Klein | Apr 17, 2015 | Uncategorized
Twenty years ago, I don’t think I really knew who I was. I had a lot of ideas about titles I wanted to take on — poet, professor, mother, genius — but very little idea about how I wanted to be in the world. One of the things I’ve figured out in the past...
by Pearl Klein | Apr 16, 2015 | Uncategorized
This afternoon, 10 people I don’t know felt my breasts. In medical terms, they appreciated them. I’ve had my breasts appreciated by the non-medical community since I was 11 years old (and perhaps earlier, when they started to come in at 9, but I don’t remember anyone...
by Pearl Klein | Apr 15, 2015 | Uncategorized
Last week, I was lucky enough to get a ticket to Robin DiAngelo’s White Fragility Workshop. It was riveting, challenging, enlightening, stimulating, scary, fun, and totally worth my time. I left full of thoughts and plans and hopes. One thought: I will talk about...
