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Archive for March, 2012

Solve it
Posted by Katherine Putnam on March 31st, 2012

“If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it. Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.” Yesterday I had the privilege of decorating Easter eggs with my cousin, Aliza, and her adorable little brood: Celene, Shelby, and Ginetta. (Well, Ginetta napped, but close enough.) As frequently happens with small children–and adults, let’s be […]

Last person
Posted by Katherine Putnam on March 26th, 2012

“And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.” Happy one year anniversary to us! Where did the year go? I don’t know the answer to that, so let’s focus instead on what I do know. I know that I am incredibly lucky […]

Away We Go
Posted by Katherine Putnam on March 24th, 2012

“I really hate that attitude, you know? ‘Everything’s already broken so why don’t we just keep on breaking it again and again?’” I always find movies like Away We Go hard to describe. I tend to call movies like this a “slice of life” movie. I use this phrase because watching films like Away We […]

The prettiest
Posted by Katherine Putnam on March 7th, 2012

“Your art is the prettiest art of all the art.” Recently I spent an afternoon making play-dough snowmen and cakes with my niece, Celene. (We made other masterpieces too, but those are the only two I can remember.) As I was making a top hat for my snowman, Celene looked over at me and–with all […]

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Posted by Katherine Putnam on March 4th, 2012

“He was ashamed of his boasting, his pretensions of courage and ruthlessness. He was sorry about his cold-bloodedness, his dispassion, his inability to express what he now believed was the case: That he truly regretted killing Jesse, that he missed the man as much as anybody, and wished his murder hadn’t been necessary.” I put […]