I owe you an apology. I'm sorry. The newsletter was late this week. But I have a good excuse, I was atoning for my sins (no small feat, I can assure you).
Yom Kippur, the holiest day in Judaism, began Tuesday evening. It's a holiday to reflect on, atone for, and repent the previous year's sins. In all seriousness, my list wasn't
too long, but it did bring up a touch of guilt I have over my obsession with My Guy's pen... That's it. Period. His pen. If you thought penis envy was bad, you should see me fondling his ball...point pen. (Geez, it's just too easy with you!)
OK, but really seriously, the act of using a Power Pen escaped me until meeting My Guy, and now I'm convinced it holds a power that I'd like more women to adopt. (And no, this isn't my roundabout way of asking you to join my Pen15 club.) Learn why I spent a small fortune on a Santos De Cartier ballpoint pen ($500!)
here.
My obsession with My Guy's pen isn't the only thing I'm admitting to this week. When I was 16, I got a tattoo with my high school sweetheart (which I don't regret), but a few years later I got a second tattoo with a friend I'm no longer friends with, of something that feels totally meaningless today. Needless to say, I have regrets.
My regrets led me to an essay by Chava Pearl Lansky on the truth behind the rumour that Jews can't be buried in Jewish cemeteries if they have tattoos. She also shares a new trend offering the same rush as a tattoo, without the body modification. If your curiosity is peaked, read her essay (with an intro by
moi)
here. (At the very least, you'll learn what's tattooed on my tuchus.)
I started with an apology, and I'll end with a thank you. THANK YOU to everyone who entered the re:book's #WriteAwaySummer Contest! I'll be pouring over the manuscripts in the following few weeks, and the top three will be announced by October 22.