Tamar - I have wanted to comment scores of times about how much I love your perspective, your experiences, your marvelous knack with words and feeling. But I haven't -- probably because I am savoring reading your Kitchen Shrink column while riding BART, exhausted, crammed in there with my fellow exhausted lonely peoples -- and don't have enough juice or signal or whatever on my phone to send a comment. But today I am reading this one on my desktop, which comparatively is like experiencing the Kitchen Shrink in surround-sound Cinemascope -- and your advice to the Heart-on-Apron has absolutely delighted me and also I found so moving. Almost teary. Geeze Tamar, you are just so damn good. My great big huge respect and appreciation -- Beth Ann
Sometimes I open your Substack and read it all the way through without realizing it’s you writing it. And I feel that little frisson of excitement — I am falling in love with someone’s words! A new writer to treasure! And then I scroll back up and see that it is you and I laugh to myself. Of course it is Tamar Adler. I’ve handed out your book as party favors before. (Which, by the way, is an excellent concept for all sorts of events. Everyone loves books as party favors.) Anyhow, thank you for the continual delight.
Thank god you didn't go to law school!
Tamar - I have wanted to comment scores of times about how much I love your perspective, your experiences, your marvelous knack with words and feeling. But I haven't -- probably because I am savoring reading your Kitchen Shrink column while riding BART, exhausted, crammed in there with my fellow exhausted lonely peoples -- and don't have enough juice or signal or whatever on my phone to send a comment. But today I am reading this one on my desktop, which comparatively is like experiencing the Kitchen Shrink in surround-sound Cinemascope -- and your advice to the Heart-on-Apron has absolutely delighted me and also I found so moving. Almost teary. Geeze Tamar, you are just so damn good. My great big huge respect and appreciation -- Beth Ann
Sometimes I open your Substack and read it all the way through without realizing it’s you writing it. And I feel that little frisson of excitement — I am falling in love with someone’s words! A new writer to treasure! And then I scroll back up and see that it is you and I laugh to myself. Of course it is Tamar Adler. I’ve handed out your book as party favors before. (Which, by the way, is an excellent concept for all sorts of events. Everyone loves books as party favors.) Anyhow, thank you for the continual delight.