Author: Tamara Lynch
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My Salon.com Essay is up!
I’m so excited that Salon.com picked up my essay about how the trauma of watching my mother die as a child has affected my adult relationships. Read it here. I hope you enjoy it. And yes, that cutie is me just after she died.
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Do What Scares You
I did it, the scariest thing ever. I read my Madonna and Me essay last night in front of strangers. Public speaking is NOT something I enjoy, but I challenged myself with the notion that if I want to do this, be a writer, then this speaking in front of people thing may be in…
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For Trayvon;For us All. #millionhoodies #Vigils4Trayvon
This is my best friend Lovett. He is an educated, professional, creative black man who wears hoodies-even when it’s not raining. Lovett just had a baby boy; a beautiful brown skinned child who will one day be a teenager who wears hoodies. Wearing a hoodie shouldn’t make you a suspect. Being black shouldn’t make your life…
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My “Madonna & Me” essay Madonna is Down with the Swirl is up at TheFrisky.com!
It’s been an exciting few weeks! Madonna & Me: Women Writers on the Queen of Pop is out in bookstores and online. And the lovely ladies at TheFrisky.com published the essay I contributed, Madonna is Down with the Swirl, about how Madonna supported interracial relationships and gave courage to a young biracial girl, me. First…
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Another amazing mural on the L.E.S. #L.E.S #Art
Anyone seen the ever-changing wall at the corner of Bowery & Houston lately? Love.
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Dog in a hat
Sometimes I dress max up like Eminem. He also has a hoodie and a black snorkle that makes him look like 50 cent. I know, it’s sick, but look how cute he looks.
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Happy Halloween!
I don’t do much for Halloween, but I do like to dress my dog up in this cute little sweatshirt I found a few years ago. He could give two shits, but I think he looks adorable.
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PTSD-n-Me
I am having the worst time (worst as in emotional and stressful) writing chapters for my memoir about my childhood. Trying to get back into my 5 year old thoughts after watching my mother die isn’t cute. The tears that well up and stream down my face while I’m reading aren’t cute. My depression isn’t…
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