Hold me closer, tiny prancer
Oh, hi friends!
There’s [malaise/anxiety/angst] in the air these days.
I wanted to remind you that no matter where you are or whatever happens, you know good people who will listen or go get one last late-summer ice cream cone with you or answer your phone call.
Don’t let the noise overwhelm you. Don't forget to breathe. Don’t forget to show up for each other.
My friend John Fitzgerald has the most wonderful eye.
On Reporting
“The act of a pro is to make it look easy. Fred Astaire doesn’t grunt when he dances to let you know how hard it is. If you’re good at it, you leave no fingerprints.”
Lillian Ross was one of my favorite New Yorker writers. No, one of my favorite writers, period. Sharp. Funny. Always winking. She died Wednesday at the age of 99. Here is a Talk of the Town she wrote about Lin-Manuel Miranda when he was 27. You should also read her memoir, Here But Not Here, about her 40 years with legendary (and married) New Yorker editor William Shawn. What a talent, what a life, what a loss.
Thank you for reading.
Love, Kara