Ringing Endorsements: Volume I

singing bowl mamasteI thought I’d take some time every Friday to share with you the things I especially loved throughout the week. Things for moms. Things for word nerds. Things for yogis. Etc.

Without further ado, my first installment of Ringing Endorsements:

The Salinger Contract. By Adam Langer, The Salinger Contract is a fun, silly thriller whose main protagonist is… an author. Because I suppose that, even when we know better, authors like to pretend their lives include a fair amount of glamour and excitement.

Book Riot’s Quarterly Packages. I’m a fan of Book Riot’s blog, because it gives me a chance to nerd out about books. But I’m an even bigger fan of the bookish packages they send out every three months through Quarterly. It’s like book nerd Christmas four times a year, and it’s how I got my hands on Langer’s book, which hadn’t previously been on my radar.

This Is My Yoga Body. I’m not your typical yogi. I wear size 14 “skinny” jeans. I’ve got all the right junk in all the right places. I’m all about that bass. Which is why I adore the This Is My Yoga Body campaign. From the website, the campaign “is part of a fundraising effort for the Yoga and Body Image Coalition. We will be donating a percentage of the proceeds to the YBIC to support them in their mission to develop, promote and support yoga that is accessible, body positive and reflects the full range of human diversity.”

The latest batch of literary magazines. I’ve been in a bit of a book slump since finishing Roxane Gay’s Bad Feminist. Thank god for Creative Nonfiction‘s Mistakes issue, plus the latest issue of Brain, Child magazine, amazing from cover to cover.

Bad Feminist. Speaking of Bad Feministread it. Like, now. I write about why in my latest post for Ploughshares.

Maple bacon doughnuts. Since placing that very first maple bacon doughnut from Montclair Bread Company to my lips, I have been ruined for all other doughnuts ever. I mean, why would you even.

Athleta’s Triangular Be Free Tights. I know it’s silly and frivolous to spend $74 dollars on a pair of yoga leggings. But then again, when yoga is your crack and, as a curvy yogi, you love the way their bottoms hug your booty and thighs, maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s necessary. Which is why I bought two pairs. (I swear I needed new leggings because my size and shape have shifted post-pregnancy, and these particular leggings make me feel like a hottie. Plus, teachers get a 30 percent discount! BOOM.)

“All About That Bass.” Bless you Meghan Trainor. Because, with lyrics like “all the right junk in all the right places” and “every inch of you is perfect from the bottom of the top,” I don’t feel quite as guilty singing this one to my daughter as we dance around the kitchen.

It’s Like They Know Us. The words that initially caught my eye: “We have transcended space and time. / There is no more day. / There is no more night. / There is only cluster feeding.” This in accompaniment to a ridiculous stock image of a mother and her child superimposed over an image of the sky. And thus, It’s Like They Know Us — a Tumblr that takes eye roll-worthy stock photos of parenthood and captions them appropriately — became my new favorite thing.

Parents Need To Eat Too. This last is a cookbook by Debbie Koenig, a food writer I happened to meet through an online writers’ group. Right now, I’m in the midst of a chapter that breaks up each recipe into stages that can be completed during baby’s nap time. Bonus: each recipe is accompanied by tips on how to use the ingredients to make a meal for baby, too (once she’s on solids, of course). I don’t think I’ve been this excited about a cookbook my entire life. This week, I stuffed my face with the spinach risotto and the roasted vegetable quesadillas.

And that’s all she wrote this week. I’m coming down with a cold, so I’m going to spend the rest of the day binge-watching Buffy and trying not to breathe on Em.

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