Ohhh Barri - I loved this interview with Dina Gachman!
I love that you had a mixture of questions and “tell me more about…”
The red carpet ritual! I felt so comforted knowing a ritual to remember our favorites could be as ‘normal’ as acting like Joan Rivers on a red carpet. I wish I had Dina’s cell so I could text her during every red carpet I watch:) And then maybe her mom and my mom would be hanging out, wherever they are, proud that their daughters also hate the neckline on whoever and are obsessed with the jewelry on whoever. 💙💙💙
Thank you for introducing Dina Gachman, a fellow Texan, "down the road" from me. The best part of this post is seeing that my response to my own grief quicky turned into an action item when others would talk about someone who died. I always start with "Tell me their name." Glad to see someone else found this as natural as being a curious writer and journalist. What I learned in the first year after my husband, buddy, business partner, and playmate died was that people don't know what to do with grief. Sorry for my loss? He's not lost. I know exactly where he is. He's where he asked me to put him when he dies. Awkward.
Ohhh Barri - I loved this interview with Dina Gachman!
I love that you had a mixture of questions and “tell me more about…”
The red carpet ritual! I felt so comforted knowing a ritual to remember our favorites could be as ‘normal’ as acting like Joan Rivers on a red carpet. I wish I had Dina’s cell so I could text her during every red carpet I watch:) And then maybe her mom and my mom would be hanging out, wherever they are, proud that their daughters also hate the neckline on whoever and are obsessed with the jewelry on whoever. 💙💙💙
So well bragged!
I love this!!
@dinagachman meet Jen!
Thank you for introducing Dina Gachman, a fellow Texan, "down the road" from me. The best part of this post is seeing that my response to my own grief quicky turned into an action item when others would talk about someone who died. I always start with "Tell me their name." Glad to see someone else found this as natural as being a curious writer and journalist. What I learned in the first year after my husband, buddy, business partner, and playmate died was that people don't know what to do with grief. Sorry for my loss? He's not lost. I know exactly where he is. He's where he asked me to put him when he dies. Awkward.
Thanks for being here. And tell us all his name.